[A sound leaves him—a mixture of relief and agitation. Dusting himself off and standing at his full height, he's quite the display. Unable to wear his drachen mail, he's taken to the guard uniform—if only because it accommodates the new appendages much too easily. The black wings sprouting from his back, scales adorning his body and face, the tail that curls just above the wooden floor... those imposing horns. He looks like a mock of Nidhogg in human form, and he hates every ilm of it.]

I thank you. However, I would much prefer to take leave of your presence. My pitiful form is not one I wish to inflict on any, least of all you.