It's a little ironic, he thinks. For Melanie what feels abnormal is exactly what most people would find normal. She's never been loud or insistent about her hunger, but James has also never heard her say it's not there.

He watches as she places a hand cautiously on her stomach, and when she looks back up at him, he thinks he's starting to get an inkling. He doesn't know if the city can change them, but she's standing in front of him saying she's different, and there's a hollow feeling where James's magic is supposed to be.

"I don't know," he admits. "Maybe." Maybe it won't be for long, there's never any way of knowing in this city. He can't help but selfishly hope it isn't for long, though he knows that there's a chance Melanie will prefer this, whatever it is. "But I don't think it's just you."