Cedric sighs. He's alive, he's well...he's just a little worried about what will happen next. Casting that spell really was stupid, and it could have ended disastrously.

Once he stretches each limb and feels comfortable in his human form, he shuffles to the side slightly and begins the awkward task of getting dressed. He does a lot of twisting and writhing, and the blanket slips, but he's intact and decent in a few minutes and not too much worse at moving about than before. At least that bit of exercise has proven he hasn't lost control of his limbs.

He settles and bumps his knee against Howard's again. "Spot thought so," Cedric grumbles fondly, reaching to rub her head. "It was a cute kitten, from what I saw in my one trip to the mirror. Though that wasn't really what I was thinking about."

His gaze drops to his knees. A half hour ago, he would've been looking at paws.