[ Trevor still hesitates, but eventually nods once in acquiescence. He gets up from the couch and follows Ephemera's voice into the kitchen -- then realizes he might be too tall if he stays standing. He isn't used to the proportions of this body just yet. There's an awkward moment where he reaches blindly for the kitchen table and finds a chair, sitting in that and waiting patiently.
It's alright if it hurts, he can pretty much guarantee he's had worse. And it's... nice, in a way, that Ephemera cares about what happens to his wounds even in this form. ]
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It's alright if it hurts, he can pretty much guarantee he's had worse. And it's... nice, in a way, that Ephemera cares about what happens to his wounds even in this form. ]