Knife in hand, Ilithyia watched, head tipped to the side. She understood little of what happened, but enough to know that Meg had left one body and entered the other and although Ilithyia didn't know what could do such a thing, she wasn't afraid.

More interested with every passing moment, but not afraid.

"I have little need to damage her," she said. Whoever Meg was, that woman on the bed was not hers. It was fascinating. "Gratitude for assistance."