You are someone else

His presence grew only more intimidating as he pushed harder, her soft pink eyes blinking slowly as his question escalated into almost a growl. The fur upon her spine began to rise, remembering the depth of Recluse's snarl before she'd maimed her. That was, after all, why Aryn had decided to learn to defend herself - and though the idea of bearing tooth or claw to Eligos was laughable and wrong, her body grew defensive at his persistence.

"I'm fine." She snapped, though the breathlessness of her voice softened the bite to it. Eligos leaned forward and as as his muzzle passed above her head, her lip began to wrinkle in the beginnings of a snarl.

Oh. His nose booped upon her horns and her ears flattened, muzzle smoothing as she dipped her head in a brief moment of shame. Heat flushed to her cheeks and she blew out an uneasy breath. "Oh, um, I don't know what happened there." It had been too easy to forget her new horns, and Aryn struggled to remember the circumstances that brought them about while her embarrassment began to fade. Her first instinct was to admit that she thought of them as some sort of blessing, though saying that aloud to a man who wholeheartedly believed in his faith had more weight to it then she was comfortable with. "I was sick, I don't remember."