Pleroma | Voice;

[bearshermark]

[There comes a faint hesitance and nervousness as a prelude to the voice that follows]

Has anyone discovered.. changes to themselves since coming here?

[A beat of held breath, considers leaving it at that, then gives in on a sigh]

There are leaves—like ivy—around my shard. Somehow, they seem to have grown from my skin.

[That's pretty weird and not-normal, right?]

Comments

[regretsor]

It's hardly a problem. You're worried over something unnecessary. Do you think a pair of ears and a tail were even remotely awful in comparison to reliving whatever hell in your mind?

[It hurt, but it was nothing compared to what ailed his mind. The brittleness of his mind made it difficult to endure the affects of the sludge they were fed.]

An ache or two is fine.

[bearshermark]

[Oh. A tail. For some reason he hadn't thought of that]

..As long as you're all right.

[He hesitates a moment, then-]

I think it's important to take care of each other.

[regretsor]

[The tail is the worst part. Sometimes it betrays him and wags. He is cold and mean. He does not tail wag damn it.]

You should worry about yourself more. I can take care of myself.

[He's a rather prickly bastard. He isn't quite used to the worry of strangers and he doesn't quite trust it. Even if he knows that the circumstances here are very different to what he had been living through before.] Take care of yourself or care for someone who might actually need it.

[There's that very tiny sliver of implication that he might just be a littleeee concerned for the other so he wants them to focus on themselves instead. Or others who might be struggling more with the situation.]