Instead you feel a featherlight touch, gentle fingers running down your cheek. It is such a small thing that you barely even noticed it, if not for the sudden weakness it left in it's wake. You feel your body fall limp, magic slipping through your fingers as you de-transform, your weapon fading away. You drop quickly, the magic holding you up gone, ground approaching rapidly. You barely even have a chance to reflect on your fate before a pair of soft arms catch you, gently guiding you into their embrace.
You lie there, held up against the body of this woman. You struggle to lift your head, muscles feebly twitching until a pale hand tenderly guides your head upwards, resting your chin on the top of her breasts. Your eyes struggle for a moment, blurring before you can see again. She looks... incredibly normal. Dark brown hair, light blue eyes and soft white skin. Even the chest you were resting on was average, yours was almost the same size.
The moment the thought crossed your mind, one of her hands moves in a blur and gently flicks your ear. You are still completely drained, so you barely manage a feeble twitch of surprise before she's settled her arm on your back again. She takes the opportunity to rest back against the grass beneath her, propped up by a solitary tree behind her. She shifts you onto her lap, letting you lean backwards against her, the back of your head resting on her shoulder.