Still apart from the others, Rukia Kuchiki was examining her new body, completely perplexed. Her thin brows were drawn inward, a small frown on her face as she stared at her palm and flexed her fingers. She was human now, according to the Moogle that stood patiently beside her, arms folded behinds its back. Rukia had never known what it was to be "human" given that in the living world, she had died as an infant. Growing up in the Soul Society was all she'd known.

It didn't feel the same as it did wearing a gigai, or false body that a shinigami inhabited to traverse the living world without drawing undue attention. Her responses were more in tune with her thoughts. But she felt...heavy. And her ability to feel the presence of others was gone.

Rukia lifted her elbow, then glanced back over her shoulder. As far as she could tell, her appearance hadn't changed. Even her clothing wasn't all that different from what she normally wore as a soul reaper. But this sword certainly wasn't her zanpakuto, she she felt vulnerable without it.

"If you wished for a hero, I would have been far more capable to assist in my original form," she stated, turning her attention back to the small creature standing before her.

It shrugged. "It is what it is, kupo. I don't have any control over things like that!"