It was the stuff of fairytales and the ballets which were based on them for Nina. She was doing her very best to stomp down the panic which threatened to descend onto her mind, but knew it couldn't be repressed forever.

She didn't know what to think about her savior looking like herself when she first joined the corps de ballet. Another thing to prickle at the edges of her mind, threatening to overwhelm her. She knew she had to wait to have her breakdown in private, though. What she'd thought happened with Lily was proof enough of that.

Nina sat, looking lost and a little of her fear managed to show itself. She stammered out "Thank you. I'm--do these transformations happen often?"

She was afraid the answer was yes, but it would be nice to have it confirmed.