"She's just...over-protective."

Teige suddenly realized how uncomfortable Yoshi looked--she had her arms wrapped around herself, for one. He tried to put on a reassuring smile.

"No bodge, yeah?" he said gently. "I understand. Nice to meet you, by-the-by."

"Ah," Yoshi mumbled, decidedly not uncrossing her arms, "you as well."

"So, what are we working at, exactly?" Teige asked, moving over to the padded seats at the edge of the floor. Yoshi followed him.

"Er...I lose my shape when I sleep," she explained. "Otherwise I can't shape-change on purpose."

Teige sat. "Ah. All right, not unheard of. Have a seat," he added. "Get comfy, like."

Yoshi sat down next to him mutely, and he scooted one of his legs up under the other knee to turn and look at her. "We'll start where my mum started me and my sisters: with meditation of a sort." Yoshi made a little noise of understanding. "Sit back, now. This is about becoming aware of your natural shape."