“No,' Darsey groaned, 'not normally, but nothing about this is normal. Nothing about me is normal. Not any more.' Wing crouched beside her and she realised that somehow she was kneeling on the floor.
'Hey,' he said with a wry smile, and a frond touch so warm it made her sigh. 'It was worth it. That's my truth.' Darsey stared miserably back and he winked before sending her a memory from their afternoon together. 'Oh.' She gulped, but refused to be diverted. 'Okay, it was great, right up 'til someone lost a frond.'
'That someone was me and I repeat, it was worth it. Any-all, it's now past and done. Look at what you have.'
Darsey looked down, despite herself, and the purloined organ swayed higher, to hover at eyelevel. She studied its sinuous length with fresh shock. 'It's changed.'
'So it appears. It's not just been taken by your body, but integrated too. It's now blue, because fronds are coloured by the same gene that makes eye pigment. It's also grown more long and slender, because it's a female frond. It's truly yours now.”