Hiding under a blanket was the most rational idea Karla could come up with right now. Though throwing a temper tantrum about how unfair this all was also sound really nice.

"Tiny?" Karla asked, sliding a tentative arm around Warren along with the blanket. Would he want her holding him with big, male arms? She wasn't sure. "Like physically?" It made sense, considering Karla felt all huge and ungainly. "Or, like, emotionally?"