Patience smiled despite herself when he spoke, and was glad that she'd found out how to make it easier to feel it and hold still at the same time. He would be able to bring it across in his painting, she was sure; she'd seen enough of his work to know that he had an eye for that sort of thing.
"No," she said wistfully, "I can't. I want to - soon it'll be like an itch under my skin, just waiting to happen. I don't control when the transformation happens, which is something I just have to accept. Right now... it feels close, but also a long time off."