She isn't ready to wake yet, still too tired from the transformation. However, she senses him, feathers fluffing slightly from his presence. The affection, the connection between them, none of that is effected by the change.

It isn't too long after Galahad settles on the bed that Beelzebub grabs him, nestling up beside him the same way she would after too much drinking and fighting. The body form changed but it seems like the mannerisms have also remained.

Eventually, she does start to stir with the usual slothfulness of a morning. The nuzzling purr and strength is there just as any morning had been before this.