For a moment, there's no answer. Sunny's too busy warring with themself over what to do to immediately go check on him, but after what feels like forever they finally let out a soft warbling sigh and say, "Just...brace yourself, okay?"
Then they slooowly crawl around the bed to approach him. They're crawling because...well. They don't really have legs anymore. What follows them instead is a long, heavy tail, adorned with a bristling mane of reedy fronds that runs all the way down from their hair, which is longer than he'd last seen it and still pinched into a stubborn ponytail. Dark shapes move with them on either side, and as they cautiously creep closer to him it becomes evident that they're small wings, all bark and fibrous muscle and durable, opaque webbing, albeit much too small and heavy for gliding, never mind flight. Even their face is slightly different, extended into a short snout and decorated with four black-and-magenta eyes and a few luminous chin whiskers. If not for the dark making them look so menacing, they'd probably almost look cute, with a sort of puppyish charm to their new snoot, but awash in shadows as they are, it's hard not to note the menace of the silhouette they cut in the dim moonlight through the window.
They approach extremely slowly, not wanting to startle him. Expecting panic or bile or...whatever else is normal when confronted with a weird snake dragon monster thing. One hand - properly taloned and slightly webbed, it's now evident - rises just so in a mild gesture of 'may I?'
They take him in all the while, almost as much has he's likely examining them, noting first and foremost the change in height before zeroing in on...whatever's happening to his torso.
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Then they slooowly crawl around the bed to approach him. They're crawling because...well. They don't really have legs anymore. What follows them instead is a long, heavy tail, adorned with a bristling mane of reedy fronds that runs all the way down from their hair, which is longer than he'd last seen it and still pinched into a stubborn ponytail. Dark shapes move with them on either side, and as they cautiously creep closer to him it becomes evident that they're small wings, all bark and fibrous muscle and durable, opaque webbing, albeit much too small and heavy for gliding, never mind flight. Even their face is slightly different, extended into a short snout and decorated with four black-and-magenta eyes and a few luminous chin whiskers. If not for the dark making them look so menacing, they'd probably almost look cute, with a sort of puppyish charm to their new snoot, but awash in shadows as they are, it's hard not to note the menace of the silhouette they cut in the dim moonlight through the window.
They approach extremely slowly,
not wanting to startle him. Expecting panic or bile or...whatever else is normal when confronted with a weird snake dragon monster thing. One hand - properly taloned and slightly webbed, it's now evident - rises just so in a mild gesture of 'may I?'
They take him in all the while, almost as much has he's likely examining them, noting first and foremost the change in height before zeroing in on...whatever's happening to his torso.