[ Well, shit. Trevor's shoulders droop a little -- stitches would be better, but he can't help with that. Oh well. It'll work, at least, Ephemera knows what he's doing.
He doesn't expect the question, though. Is he hurt? He took a few hits from people who didn't seem to realize that a monster wearing clothes and trying to be helpful was actually a person, but he doesn't think anything needs stitches.
Trevor stands again, yanking off the shreds of his shirt that ripped when he grew wings, and holds his arms out for Ephemera to check if anything's serious enough that it would need stitches. He isn't sure he sees the point of caring for this form when he doesn't know how he'll be turned back, but there are a few cuts here and there. ]
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He doesn't expect the question, though. Is he hurt? He took a few hits from people who didn't seem to realize that a monster wearing clothes and trying to be helpful was actually a person, but he doesn't think anything needs stitches.
Trevor stands again, yanking off the shreds of his shirt that ripped when he grew wings, and holds his arms out for Ephemera to check if anything's serious enough that it would need stitches. He isn't sure he sees the point of caring for this form when he doesn't know how he'll be turned back, but there are a few cuts here and there. ]