The next morning arrived and the first thing that Allias could think about was that his ears looked a lot pointier now. His physical transformation was complete and at the moment he was trying to get used to his appearance in front of the bathroom mirror. He touched the tips and pinched them, squishing his biceps. He was familiar with this image; he had seen it in his dreams he had been in this body for centuries but it still felt very unnatural. He had been used to something else after all.
When he exited their bedroom, this time alone because Theseus had left already he noticed his people looking at him in stunned. Their eyes would be glued to him for a few second and then they would remember to bow. He didn't recognize any of them and probably the same happened with them. He was just a name, an old story that had suddenly popped out of nowhere.