[ Ivan struggles against her hold for a moment, fearful of what's going to happen to him next. (Hopefully he didn't scratch her in his panic.) However, her words stop him from thrashing further. He's tense like a compressed spring and trembles in her arms.
I'm not fine! I'm not me right now, and I don't know why!
But his words only come out as more upset whines. He hasn't learned or remembered how to use his own voice while shapeshifted. ]
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I'm not fine! I'm not me right now, and I don't know why!
But his words only come out as more upset whines. He hasn't learned or remembered how to use his own voice while shapeshifted. ]