Once Desdemona landed on her hind legs, she carefully sat Morgan's form on the ground against a support beam so that she wouldn't fall over - most times the magic of the sketchbook held her upright, but once she was moved from the summoning position it varied. When Desdemona turnred to see Lucy's brief examination held no emotion, as expected, her throat released quiet chitters. It was about as close as the reptilian could come to speaking. The sound of sirens was getting louder, and Lucy wasn't slow to announce their retreat plan. Morgan knew that they would be less inconspicuous if she were to release Desdemona's bond and immediately did so. The reptilian flesh began to flake away as if ash blowing in the breeze before her entire being crumbled into an ink puddle on the ground. The ash pieces floated around Morgan's body and landed on her skin, her soul returning, as the ink puddle slithered back towards the pages of the open book in her lap. Gasping in a breath of air, her lungs protesting in its minimal use, Morgan blinked a few times as her eye color melded back to its usual state. 

Looking down to see that Desdemona had returned fully, she snapped the book shut and stood shakily, using the pillar for assistance as her back slid up it. Shoving her drawing pad back into her messenger bag, she looked to Lucy's retreating figure which was followed by her loud-mouth classmate. A weak smirk played at her lips as she shoved off and made to follow, listening to Jurano's idle chatter as he tore at his jacket. This was certainly an interesting group to form, she thought. A loud-mouth, a robot girl, and a maniacal soul-shifter. [i]Perhaps we're all not what we seem,[/i] Morgan thought as she quietly followed, reserving her strength for the pursuit because summoning took a lot of out of her if she didn't have a moment to rest.