Even with as much pain as he's in (as tortured as his face is), his expressions smooths for a second in surprise at that. That light touch—not a pluck in fear or to grasp in warning, but..
Oh.
..And he shifts then, subtly. Towards the light tug and shoulder brushing hers admittedly a little unsteadily, but like falling into lock-step side-by-side. Squared. And his mask, too... what he should probably have never let drop before, comes up like a living thing not to clasp against his face but hover just in front, warped and distorted like it's a part of his cowl.
It's turning his stomach inside and out, every time his instinct is to look towards something and it doesn't feel right at all. Don't throw up don't throw up—
—it's coming, don't throw up.
Especially when it rears suddenly into view with a roared hiss—spasming as it fights against the light that's tried to wrap around it and tears up the ground around itself. ]
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Even with as much pain as he's in (as tortured as his face is), his expressions smooths for a second in surprise at that. That light touch—not a pluck in fear or to grasp in warning, but..
Oh.
..And he shifts then, subtly. Towards the light tug and shoulder brushing hers admittedly a little unsteadily, but like falling into lock-step side-by-side. Squared. And his mask, too... what he should probably have never let drop before, comes up like a living thing not to clasp against his face but hover just in front, warped and distorted like it's a part of his cowl.
It's turning his stomach inside and out, every time his instinct is to look towards something and it doesn't feel right at all. Don't throw up don't throw up—
—it's coming, don't throw up.
Especially when it rears suddenly into view with a roared hiss—spasming as it fights against the light that's tried to wrap around it and tears up the ground around itself. ]