Yes and no. Physically? Much better. Emotionally, especially with this news? About as bad as they've ever felt, which is saying something when you've stared right into the black hole trying to eat your timeline. But they really don't want to explain to Scy what's been happening to them, nor are they all that keen on having to break it to him that something similar might be in his own future, too.
They duck back behind the bed, this time to prop their own back against it. "Kind of. Iunno."
An uncomfortable pause, more sliding. "I didn' fink it was contashious..."
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.
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.
They shake their head and delicately reach out to him with one clawed hand, hoping to inspect whatever may be there. They would really rather not - this level of intimacy, it's something they aren't used to with anybody, except perhaps the brothers when they might need it, but with Scy it feels...strange. Not quite wrong, but unfamiliar. There's something old, tired, and beaten deep inside them that responds to him in a way that reminds them a little too much of what they are, of how transient their being them might be. But they'll try to help him this time, if only because they're pretty certain it's their fault.
"No, I don't think it is. I, um." A moment's hesitation before they make contact. They're still very warm, but not as blazing hot as they have been. "If it was, I...don't think it would be affecting me. But never mind that, we should see what you're dealing with, since..."
They trail off, not entirely wanting to admit it's from them. Or at least not brave enough to put it into words.
His heart is beating frantically, painfully. He's not sure what's happening, and he's scared. Observing his chest leads to more than that, though - something is wrong with his systems. Even in his panicked state, his heart rate is gradually slowing. While one can hope it's from comfort, the truth is seldom so gentle.
His bark is more solid than its usual, petal-like texture, but no less smooth. Like polished marble, almost. He pants, trying desperately to draw air as his lungs grow firmer. Something presses against his back's flesh, and he tries weakly to tug at it. His movements are slower than usual.
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Yes and no. Physically? Much better. Emotionally, especially with this news? About as bad as they've ever felt, which is saying something when you've stared right into the black hole trying to eat your timeline. But they really don't want to explain to Scy what's been happening to them, nor are they all that keen on having to break it to him that something similar might be in his own future, too.
They duck back behind the bed, this time to prop their own back against it. "Kind of. Iunno."
An uncomfortable pause, more sliding. "I didn' fink it was contashious..."
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His bark creaks as he moves to catch the cough, and he groans, holding his chest and stomach. "Ow..."
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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.
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"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.
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"No, I don't think it is. I, um." A moment's hesitation before they make contact. They're still very warm, but not as blazing hot as they have been. "If it was, I...don't think it would be affecting me. But never mind that, we should see what you're dealing with, since..."
They trail off, not entirely wanting to admit it's from them. Or at least not brave enough to put it into words.
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His bark is more solid than its usual, petal-like texture, but no less smooth. Like polished marble, almost. He pants, trying desperately to draw air as his lungs grow firmer. Something presses against his back's flesh, and he tries weakly to tug at it. His movements are slower than usual.