Jaina noticed simply enough. When she woke up, intending to get some gym time in before they left, all she had to do was sleepily rub a hand over her face. She'd woken up not as herself enough to know that when it didn't feel normal, something was wrong. Then she ran a hand into her hair, which was shorter, and part of her was seriously tempted to lift the covers to see what was there, but she didn't need to. Besides, the cursing she was doing now was most definitely not in her own voice.

At least she didn't have to run to the mirror to see what she looked like?