[Not the most informative of answers. But he can't help it- not really. The day after a transformation is always one spent drained, always one where he's sluggish, lethargic, and completely un-like himself. Not having a truly freakish amount of strength behind the most simple of movements. Not alert, either. So, case in point, it's all he can do to blink as Zack shifts himself to face him, eyes following his a few seconds after his gaze moves down to his side.
...That's killing him, for a start. He moves the covers. He's shirtless, Old scars he'd normally conceal (but now, doesn't have the energy to) apparent, there's wolf hair everywhere from where it'd fallen out in the night, and... bandages? Tied well. By someone trained. Tidily, a little tight. Military training?
He tentatively peels some away from his skin to examine the underneath. Then Zack's words finally catch upto him. How long ago did he say that?]
Uh.
[His mouth is dry. The taste in it is awful.]
...Not really. It's all a blur after I changed.
[Woodland turning into forest, a scent, the moon. Stars. Forest turning into woodland again. A clearing. Smoke from a chimney? Fences. Shouting.
He turns his gaze back to Zack.]
...Your eyes.
[Hey, they're gold now. He raises a hand from himself, tentatively touching his cheek. ...And he looks grieved. His tone? Concerned.]
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[Not the most informative of answers. But he can't help it- not really. The day after a transformation is always one spent drained, always one where he's sluggish, lethargic, and completely un-like himself. Not having a truly freakish amount of strength behind the most simple of movements. Not alert, either. So, case in point, it's all he can do to blink as Zack shifts himself to face him, eyes following his a few seconds after his gaze moves down to his side.
...That's killing him, for a start. He moves the covers. He's shirtless, Old scars he'd normally conceal (but now, doesn't have the energy to) apparent, there's wolf hair everywhere from where it'd fallen out in the night, and... bandages? Tied well. By someone trained. Tidily, a little tight. Military training?
He tentatively peels some away from his skin to examine the underneath. Then Zack's words finally catch upto him. How long ago did he say that?]
Uh.
[His mouth is dry. The taste in it is awful.]
...Not really. It's all a blur after I changed.
[Woodland turning into forest, a scent, the moon. Stars. Forest turning into woodland again. A clearing. Smoke from a chimney? Fences. Shouting.
He turns his gaze back to Zack.]
...Your eyes.
[Hey, they're gold now. He raises a hand from himself, tentatively touching his cheek. ...And he looks grieved. His tone? Concerned.]
Who did that to you?