"It's the moon," Patience said, without moving. "I can feel it. Is it a problem?"
She was comfortable, despite the energy inside her, holding herself still. She'd been meditating regularly since being bitten, keeping herself contained and learning her own mind, the way it was changing.
It wasn't really her body that wanted to move, it was the moon calling to the beast inside her. She wasn't really very surprised that it was visible to Roger's artistic eye.