[Rider can barely even process what it means when she says that right now, honestly. He stares at this strange tree person blankly for a moment, his form slowly getting less and less drippy. Then, he looks down at his hand - oh, he has to actually focus a moment to pull his fingers apart into separate digits, instead of just sort of a blob. But sure enough, those shells - no wait, the humans called them nails, right? - at the tips are gone, his fingers once more squared off like they should be.
It'd be a relief to see if his hand wasn't also partly see-through. Or black with green spots.]
Not... anymore?
[The weak squeak of a response is all he can manage. Even if the change hadn't exactly hurt, it sure had happened all at once, and the wooziness is just starting to hit him. He swoons for a moment, not quite passing out but collapsing back onto his elbow - whoops, not a discernible elbow anymore, as his shape wavers and collapses slightly with him. That's okay he'll just. Rest on the blob his arm turned into this is fine. His legs haven't reformed at all to begin with, his lower half remaining a puddle that's slowly condensing in towards him.]
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It'd be a relief to see if his hand wasn't also partly see-through. Or black with green spots.]
Not... anymore?
[The weak squeak of a response is all he can manage. Even if the change hadn't exactly hurt, it sure had happened all at once, and the wooziness is just starting to hit him. He swoons for a moment, not quite passing out but collapsing back onto his elbow - whoops, not a discernible elbow anymore, as his shape wavers and collapses slightly with him. That's okay he'll just. Rest on the blob his arm turned into this is fine. His legs haven't reformed at all to begin with, his lower half remaining a puddle that's slowly condensing in towards him.]