"...Would you? Is that okay?" Indira flashed a shy, appreciative smile. Slowly, she moved towards the trees in question. After a deep breath to calm her nerves, she began to strip down to nothing.
"And so you do this every time?" she asked, her voice growing a bit unsteady. The moment had begun to creep in upon her, sitting on her shoulders like an unpleasantly weighted blanket. She reached down to pull the waistband of her sweatpants down over her ankles, kicking a few times to get the garment off. "Come out to the forest, strip down, and--"
Snap.
For a moment, Indira stared in confusion. Had she stepped on a twig or branch? Free of one leg of her sweatpants, she put her foot down only to crumple immediately down on one knee. Her ankle had snapped where her hand had brushed against it.
Indira flopped back onto her rear, a dazed expression in her eyes as she stared in confusion down at her foot. The appendage hung limply from useless ligaments -- and the sight of the broken bone was enough to finally allow the pain receptors to do their proper work.
"M-My foot," she stammered in a horrified whisper, staring down at her mangled ankle. A wound like that would mean amputation in most hospitals; there was no coming back from that break. "Asha, my foooot...!"
Of course, her foot had other plans. It had already begun to reshape, her ankle practically evaporating as one of her toes pushed back up and into the flesh of her leg. Her nails grew thick and black as she watched, transfixed and horrified.