"Holy shit," Alice whispered, stepping back with wide eyes to give the claw room. "Does it... does it hurt? What does it feel like?"
She stepped closer, the mixture of hair and wheat still in her face, and looked at the claw. "It's so... detailed. It's real. Have you ever even studied a crab claw that closely? Try... try to change it again, Brit. So long as it doesn't hurt you."
She looked at her friend and reached her very human hand out to take Brittany's only human hand and squeeze it encouragingly. She wouldn't freak out, she wouldn't run away. This was real, as real as the wheat in her hair, and she'd make sure Brittany didn't have a meltdown as she had before.