Perception is everything. Elidibus might well be exactly the same size as before! But the perspective has changed, and Lahabrea didn't precisely have a ruler up against the wall by which to measure himself. "Not well." Still careful, still measuring careful restraint, any flicker of fury or annoyance buried as if it were perfectly ordinary. "While easy to move there's no grip." Not prehensile, he couldn't wrap something tightly and lift it, but he could sweep from side to side easily enough, and bend back and forth or coil a little and that was about it. More lizard than serpent in that respect.
As it has been many times before, his relative quiet is deceptive. He's certain had Elidibus not somehow turned up on this planet that this would be another night of lost time and lost memories, and likely the next several days. Would he have ever come out of it? But even if it's a battle he'll inevitably lose, it's one he's used to fighting, and close contact does at the very least make it easier to do.
Acceptance is a long, long way off, and so the storm continues, seething foreign instinct and urges that have nothing at all to do with ascian or hyur impulses. That emptiness that fills Elidibus seems to drain a little bit of it away, tiny bit by tiny bit. Any respite is still a respite.
Though the ginger snap is taken, it's set on one knee instead of eaten. He's not sure that's going to work with the way his molars feel, and any such effort would have to be cautious. So much caution. He was sick of it. No wonder monsters would race to the streets or skies in their desperation to shake off caution and fear. Some distant part of his mind notes that ruffling up under the feathers definitely felt better, even if Elidibus lacked claws. "Whatever you may find most comfortable," is the obviously magnanimous response.
The last time he'd bothered with anything even vaguely similar he'd been wearing Thancred at the time and had begged out of more than one close encounter. Maybe it would be best if he let Elidibus do as he pleased and focused on keeping his head clear. The passivity itself is a bit of a struggle, a tug-of-war between forced acquiescence and the desire to shake him off and chase him out of the cage entirely. To do nothing at all.. a surprising amount of effort.
"Though if only contact is required. Mayhap it will be enough." If he could get his tail to curl the rest of the way in spite of feathers and bone structure beneath, he could in theory wrap Elidibus directly in a fluffy but possibly rather warm boa. But there are limits to his autonomous flexibility, by the way he can't quite get the offending appendage to bend further under his own efforts and will.
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As it has been many times before, his relative quiet is deceptive. He's certain had Elidibus not somehow turned up on this planet that this would be another night of lost time and lost memories, and likely the next several days. Would he have ever come out of it? But even if it's a battle he'll inevitably lose, it's one he's used to fighting, and close contact does at the very least make it easier to do.
Acceptance is a long, long way off, and so the storm continues, seething foreign instinct and urges that have nothing at all to do with ascian or hyur impulses. That emptiness that fills Elidibus seems to drain a little bit of it away, tiny bit by tiny bit. Any respite is still a respite.
Though the ginger snap is taken, it's set on one knee instead of eaten. He's not sure that's going to work with the way his molars feel, and any such effort would have to be cautious. So much caution. He was sick of it. No wonder monsters would race to the streets or skies in their desperation to shake off caution and fear. Some distant part of his mind notes that ruffling up under the feathers definitely felt better, even if Elidibus lacked claws. "Whatever you may find most comfortable," is the obviously magnanimous response.
The last time he'd bothered with anything even vaguely similar he'd been wearing Thancred at the time and had begged out of more than one close encounter. Maybe it would be best if he let Elidibus do as he pleased and focused on keeping his head clear. The passivity itself is a bit of a struggle, a tug-of-war between forced acquiescence and the desire to shake him off and chase him out of the cage entirely. To do nothing at all.. a surprising amount of effort.
"Though if only contact is required. Mayhap it will be enough." If he could get his tail to curl the rest of the way in spite of feathers and bone structure beneath, he could in theory wrap Elidibus directly in a fluffy but possibly rather warm boa. But there are limits to his autonomous flexibility, by the way he can't quite get the offending appendage to bend further under his own efforts and will.