Jaime was not a cold weather girl. Eventually she'd deal, but right now the very idea was unpleasant. She was southern born for goodness sakes! She followed him out into the trees without a fuss. She knew this had to happen.
So the entire walk out she was giving herself a mental pep talk. Then they stopped and she smiled faintly. "Of course." Because that made sense, even to her who was still a little worried.
Jaime slipped away, less sure the further she got. She muttered at herself as she undressed, she was a strong willed woman. She could do this. As soon as she resigned her thoughts on the matter, it started.
And it was the worst thing she'd ever gone through in her entire life. His body knew what to do, and she was sure this only hurt as much as it usually did for him, but she'd been wholly unprepared for just how much rearranging one's body went through. Part of her brain wanted to give up, but she knew better. Don't get lost in the pain. Breathe.
It took longer than it would have normally for him, she had to fight through her own thoughts even as she was feeling half blind from pain. And strangeness. Unlike mercy, she had no idea how four legs worked so the first few attempts to get up were awkward, painful and she felt awful for tripping over her own feet.
Eventually she made it back out to him, carefully. The body may remember how it all worked but she didn't, so she was picking her way over. Sides heaved with the effort, it was a strange disconnect - the body knew, Jaime did not, she was having a little trouble reconciling it.
She eased herself down and looked up at him with the most pathetic look ever. She was exhausted, mentally.