"That's a reason in and of itself." She responded with a shrug, deciding to chalk up his new-found ability to understand languages as a side effect of whatever was happening (as he did), than to ascribe to him even more languages than the ones he already knew. It was somehow easier that way. Being intelligent ... was all she really had. It was all she valued about herself. That someone else could infringe so easily on that was a hostile thought that she'd rather push away. At least for now.

I'm fine. It must be the, uh, illness making my temperature change

Iso, who had never considered what the normal heat-patterns of an equine body were before now, accepted this rather easily. Certainly when others felt sick, they were sometimes hot or cold. So it made sense that this ... infection, or whatever it was, could simultaneously mimic both symptoms; hence why his heat signature constantly seemed to revolve and rotate within his massive form.

"I feel-" she was about to say fine, but that wasn't quite right. She didn't feel fine. Her body was hot in places that didn't make sense - and she knew that if she looked, heat would be gathered between her thighs and on her cheeks. Iso had once considered that whatever feelings crept up inside of her when she was around Volterra was actually some sort of hostile response her body produced. Like he was a germ that she was trying to fight off. Given that he ascribed the same movement of heat in his own body to this weird infection that they both suffered from, perhaps her original assumption hadn't been so far off to begin with. Perhaps the ... thoughts that accompanied her bodily heat were merely hallucinations of her addled and infected brain. "-like I always do."  She replied, not un-truthfully.

Turning her gaze to the water, she was shocked to see just how dark some parts of it appeared. The colours that their bodies were came no where near to the frigid depths that she could now see. The surface of the water was warm-ish, but then rapidly it grew colder and colder. Surely that would relieve the suffering of her hot flesh?

Nodding in rapid agreement, Iso allowed her long limbs to pull her forward into a canter, moving her easily across the sands and towards the waves. She used to come here often, just to stand in the water and let herself slowly disappear (literally). As the salty spray hit her forelegs, the girl sighed audibly with relief. Perhaps it was the temperature, or perhaps it was just the distraction of not having Volterra in her immediate field of view, but something inside of her calmed.  Using her wings, she scooped up some of the water, and, after closing her eyes, began to rinse away the black goop that had accumulated there.

The longer she stood, the faster her magic began to take hold. Her legs slowly began to disappear - or at least it looked like they did. They merely began to blend into the waves, making it appear like her lower limbs were composed of foam and water, rather than flesh and bone.