He pauses in his coughing when they come, mostly because he pauses in his breathing. He lets out a slow exhale as they get close enough to touch. "... Is this a Mordremoth thing?" He doesn't want it to be. His bark is still silky smooth, limbs too long and face slightly shifted from his last encounter with that now-dead dragon.

"It hurts, Sunny. It hurts to breathe." His torso is shifting inside, he's dimly aware that must be what's happening now. He's changing. It's painful and horrible, and scarier than it was last time, though that could just be the lack of a guiding voice in the back of his head.