Half of your ship gains super-powers (or, if they already had them, loses their powers). How does the other half react to this development?
Dugal stood in the shattered remains of the toilet, bare feet shredded by red-soaked porcelain shards. They were feet, soft and nearly white, split at the end into toes. His skin seemed to burn, and his hair was ominously dry.
He could see Ashley frantically flipping through pages of the Book. She kept turning a few pages back and forth, as if sure she’d left something between them. She’d run to it the moment she realized he couldn’t take off the glamorie. She hadn’t stayed long enough to see how very wrong things were. It wasn’t just a stuck glamorie. There was no magic in him. He was mundane.
He could control Truth, maybe, but he wasn’t sure how that worked. It wasn’t anything like shifting and diving into the pipes. If it were, he wouldn’t be standing on the broken contraption. He’d tried. It worked coming into her place, but it would not work to get him home.
"It’s not in here!" she called.
"What’s not?" He couldn’t swallow away the lump in his throat.
"Nothing indicates kelpie magic gets stuck like that. I don’t know what to do."
"Can’t you write me back?"
She came into the bathroom, Book in tow. “It doesn’t work like that. I’d probably end up phrasing it so you were always a horse, and so was every other kelpie. You’re not the only one in here.” She glanced down, apparently noticing for the first time the blood spattering the tiled floor and toilet shards.
The Book was on the floor before he could start to explain. She rushed to the drawer next to the sink, shoving things aside as she dug through it. A small yellow tube and a roll of gauze were set on top of the counter. In a second drawer, she fished out a pair of tweezers.
"Get on the floor!" she commanded.
"It’s not really time for that kind of thing."
"Sit down, off the mess. I’m bandaging your feet, you idiot. Why didn’t you say something? Actually no, don’t tell me. Just sit down and—can I touch you?"
He shrugged. She experimented, reaching for his hand. After giving it a squeeze she probably thought was reassuring, she managed to let it go without any trouble. It was official. He was no longer a kelpie. It was terrifying.
"Now sit down and let me fix it."
He hoped she could.