"But it shouldn't be." And she didn't have to. He glanced down at his clothing, removing his clawed gauntlet, his cloak. He looked so much smaller, tall and thin, without the bulk of the cloak hiding his narrow frame. He moved to her bed, sitting on the opposite end, far from her, but closer than he usually did.

He didn't say anything for some time, even after her question, wanting to comfort her and not knowing how to go about it. He shook his head gently in response to her offer, and instead offered commiseration. It was all he could think to say.

"It bothers me, too."