[ Some time later, after he's had the chance to distance himself from the emotional intensity of this moment, he'll choke up at the mere thought of her touch, of her fingers in his hair, Alisaie simply attending to him like this. But as it stands now, his heart so bare and open, it seems almost...natural, somehow. Easy, even, for how new it is. Maybe it's just because of how tired and worn down he is, but... ]
Hm... [ He hums low, his breathing continuing to slow, his eyes still closed. In the state that he's in, changing sleeps like a tall order, and a bath is even more so. He might need a hand — but, er, that's...not gonna happen, for obvious reasons, and his cheeks burn warm beneath her touch.
In spite it all, he can still find it within himself to be bashful. ]
I-I...can change, I think. [ That...shouldn't be too hard. Gods...this'll go away if they're cured, right? ...When, when they're cured. When they're cured he'll get his eyesight back. He...he has to. She told him things would get better, and he believes her.
With any luck, he won't have to get used to this, the cloying darkness, the absence of light.
After a moment lingering beneath her touch, he shakily starts to push himself to his feet, despite the screams of protest from his joints and muscles. ]
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Hm... [ He hums low, his breathing continuing to slow, his eyes still closed. In the state that he's in, changing sleeps like a tall order, and a bath is even more so. He might need a hand — but, er, that's...not gonna happen, for obvious reasons, and his cheeks burn warm beneath her touch.
In spite it all, he can still find it within himself to be bashful. ]
I-I...can change, I think. [ That...shouldn't be too hard. Gods...this'll go away if they're cured, right? ...When, when they're cured. When they're cured he'll get his eyesight back. He...he has to. She told him things would get better, and he believes her.
With any luck, he won't have to get used to this, the cloying darkness, the absence of light.
After a moment lingering beneath her touch, he shakily starts to push himself to his feet, despite the screams of protest from his joints and muscles. ]