Hmmm interesting how perspectives change when you wear your character's shoes hey? I like how it helped you write about those feelings for Kattar.
I have done this before too, but now I realise I must do it more consciously. Seems important.
Here's an example: We always knew that Zov'ha had some sort of power that allowed her to conjure frost shields, or stone claws or whatever. When I saw it through Zov'ha's perspective, I realised that any modification to her body may be painful to some extent. And what would be going through her head when this happened? And that's how I came up with this little excerpt that I'm proud of. From the chapter "Little Hellion".
Warning: Slight gore content
It was just after noon ā the spring sun drifted lazily across the sky, visible over the thick canopy of trees that blanketed the Urumoi lowlands. Lying on the relatively flat surface of a boulder, Zovāha practised rematerializing the fingernails of her right hand into sharp stonelike claws. She could feel the surface of the hard sandstone rock with her left hand. Mimicking it felt easy. It was not as hard as frost. It was simple ā she thought, like giving a command. She could sense some sort of system in her body, executing her will. There were errorsā¦ like a program that she had witnessed Marana working on in her laboratory. She could fix those errors, modify the codeā¦ she could make her claws curl downwards or straight, enlarge or flattenā¦ all the while using the hard surface of the boulder toā¦ program her own body?
For hours, she pondered over any fragment of her memory that would give her a peek into what she really was. Amaha had told her to find answers in Neva. But going there only frightened her. The thought of finally understanding what she wasā¦ she had many theories, and to her, they all ended in her being someone she did not want to be. The people need youā¦ Someone called Yarācax had told her long ago. Someone from Asenya. Does he have something to do with this?
She opened her eyes and placed her right index finger on her upper canine tooth. She concentrated, feeling every grain of the stony surface with the other hand, deciphering the enigmatic pattern of the matrixā¦ It was easy. So easy! Chaoticā¦ unstructured.. Easy to replicate. She knew her teeth as well as she knew the back of her hand ā the enamelās smooth texture, the curve, the sharpnessā¦ I can turn it into this chaotic lattice of stone. As the simple code executed, her teeth swelled up, and her canines turned into sharp stone fangs that poked her lips. A stinging pain caused her to wince as the swelling fangs cut through her gums. She felt blood gush out as if she had bit into a ripe berry. Tasting the metallic liquid flow onto her tongue and into her throat, she sputtered, coughed, and pushed herself up. Error! Now there was bright red blood on the boulder and on her clothes, she could make out through tear-filled eyes. She noticed it was tainted with iridescent, dark ā almost black ā liquid. Trying to catch her breath after being choked by her own blood, she wiped the blood and saliva dripping from her mouth with the back of her hand, where her fur had regrown.