He actually twitches towards her at the horrible sounds she's making, looking alarmed. "No, wait, what's wrong, what's hurting you--"
She's a little busy to respond, though, probably. He continues to stare in wide-eyed concern, even when she's done changing. Apparently his worry that she's still hurting over-rides the weirdness of her appearance, at least for the moment.
"Are you all right?" is his first question, asked hurriedly and accompanied by some anxiously flapping hands-- and by extension anxiously flapping cloak, since that's mostly what's visible of his clothing. "That sounded horrible! Can I help you? Are you hurt?"
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She's a little busy to respond, though, probably. He continues to stare in wide-eyed concern, even when she's done changing. Apparently his worry that she's still hurting over-rides the weirdness of her appearance, at least for the moment.
"Are you all right?" is his first question, asked hurriedly and accompanied by some anxiously flapping hands-- and by extension anxiously flapping cloak, since that's mostly what's visible of his clothing. "That sounded horrible! Can I help you? Are you hurt?"