Runa giggles again, cheeks filled with her large smile. "Ah, but if I looked like you I wouldn't get to be seen with you, would I?"

Isidarrow considers her now large hands with a frown. She's not sure what to make of this, but since everyone else seems to be all right with it, she might as well indulge them a little bit. "It's just a glamour, Harrowheart. I'm not really in your body. I don't have your 'raw power'." She casts her eye over to Runa, still standing by the mirror, and walks over to have a look for herself, hips swaying as she goes. When she sees him-her-his body staring back at her, her brow lifts and she takes a minute just to stare. Then, slowly, she touches her nose and her lips... until she suddenly turns around, shaking her head and pulling off the locket to offer it back to him. "No. No, this feels strange. Here."