Jake just looked back at his mate, and nodded. "I miss me too. I don't want to be a vampire or tawtute, and sure, turning into ikran and cats is cool, but... I can't turn into me."
He brought her hand round so he could press a kiss to her palm, then padded over in his bare feet to look down into the weyr, shielding his insanely sensitive eyes with his hands as he did so. The lake looked like a puddle from the height they were at, and the cave entrances were just little dark marks on the walls. "I'm sorry. I'm stuck like this until the island decides otherwise."