[ Everything below his waist felt too tender; as though his raw nerves were exposed. Even the brush of his pants against the newly scaled feet seemed too much. An overstimulation too close to pain. He pushed at the concrete once, as if this would push the pain itself away- but it only left him gasping, head falling back against Damen where the other had shifted him, his legs going still. There was a new, backwards bend to his legs, the digitigrade appendages held curled towards his body. ]
I don't think I can stand. [ He grimaced to make the admission, but his feet were gone- and in their place too-tender blackish blue talons and stalks of leg that looked too skinny to bare even his slight weight. ]
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I don't think I can stand. [ He grimaced to make the admission, but his feet were gone- and in their place too-tender blackish blue talons and stalks of leg that looked too skinny to bare even his slight weight. ]