[Something he should have been doing himself, perhaps-- asking questions, getting to know the lay of the land, the ways of the people. Something he would have been doing, if he suspected for even a moment that he'd end up thrust amongst them, that this isn't some strange and overlong dream.

Uncertainty remains in him, and perhaps the shadow of something hopeful; that he'll wake up somewhere within the palace, perhaps having succumbed to exhaution following too much work and not enough rest. Flung out across a chaise lounge, or face pressed to inky pages at his desk in the library.

But now the possibility of a longer stay than he'd anticipated has been brought to his attention, and there's still time. They're still here. He can still walk among the Monsters and Witches below, ask them questions.

For now, though-- he stands a little straighter, towering above his companion with the added inches to his height, measuring in somewhere closer to 6'8 in his new and altered form. Wings thrown back in a dramatic display, chest puffed out, he does his utmost best to seem fierce. Intimidating.]

I know my way around a bar room brawl. I can hold my own with a sword. But um...

[His bravado falters just a little as he glanced down at his talons, the new and animal shape of him.]

...I'm not sure that's the kind of battle this body is made for.

[A pause, just the length of one unsteady heartbeat.]

You don't think that's what I'll be expected to do, do you? I'm more of a healer than a fighter. A doctor, you know. I'm better at saving lives than taking them.

[He's never killed another person in his life. Thought he had once, and the guilt had very nearly eaten him alive.]