She hardly notices when he transforms, the sounds familiar in a way allows them to fall outside her immediate attention, which is completely on the desperation and panic welling up within her. And then he's there, the touch on her back making her flinch ever so slightly before she tries to focus on it and his voice. That thrumming helps too, though she doesn't truly realize it's happening, the vibration simply sinking into her and working its calming magic.

As she follows his instructions, one deep breath and then another, slow and steady, her body relaxes inch by inch, muscles loosening as tension drains away. She wants to cry, to scream and hit something, but she doesn't. That won't change anything. This is her life now, right back where she'd been before, regardless of how fucking unfair it is that she has to remember what's coming. That hadn't been part of the deal. And neither had his being there with her. Feeling wrung out and drained, Rogue turns to look at Knock Out—

And panics all over again.

"Change back!" she commands immediately, struggling to stand on shaky legs and looking around frantically. "Now, before someone sees you!"