-Nods- Stronger than mine.
-He seems even more tired than before-
-Tugs off his shirt, which is now too big for him anyway, for the first time in weeks, now that he can actually get it off his body without ripping off several leaves. Not that he was capable of sweating during that time either, but it's the principle of the thing-
-There's a fine black down of feathers trailing down from the nape of his neck, down his back, and up his arms past his shoulders-
-Also the obligatory EW GROSS CLOUD PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON paragraph, I ain't typing that stuff up again-
...It's a bit warm in here. It's nice.
-Shakes his head- There are some things you don't mess with. Things older than the Folk.
Besides, you've got me. I can do more than just set stuff on fire.
-Finishes readjusting his harness to fit him and keep his sword from dragging quite so much, especially since it's now taller than he is and weighs thrice as much-
-Stares at his reflection in it-

Kitchen
(@Allen) W-what's bothering you?