The changes to Dakota's fur was noticeable now and Atbash had no idea how to react. Was there a way in stopping alters from just... popping up? Despite being able to see into the mind, the she-cat had no idea how mental disabilities worked, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to. Atbash didn't like messing with somebody's mental makeup; it was just wrong to do so, even if asked to.

Atbash jumped a bit as Dimitri fell on her, but she forced herself not to pull away. "Dimitri...?" She called to him softly, as if trying to make sure it was Dimitri and not another alter.