Happy was hardly the word for it. His daughter was returned to her human self, though, and appeared unharmed. He had no idea at all how long she'd spent as a lynx, and whether or not that was likely to have any non-physical consequences, but he supposed time would tell. If she did end up an imbecile, or deeply traumatized, or something, at least they still had the spare.

Without deigning to answer his wife's inquiry verbally, Tiberius walked instead to her bed. He had no idea what her game had been or whether she had intended it to end in quite this way, but he had little patience for it. Their daughter, too, looked unlikely to move on her own; she was either terrified or shocked, and was only staring at him with wide eyes. He scooped the small girl up in his arms, turned, and headed towards the door, intending to return her to the nursery and hopefully to the care of the nurse, whom he could only hope had recovered her wits enough to be useful in righting the room and getting his daughter back to her banal toddler self.