I, I cannot speak. In that form. [muttered, under his breath, maybe too quick]

Soyou'rewelcometopetmeit'sfine-

[he really doesn't mind, which is code for not admitting he would actually quite like that. A tad touch starved, this one. Don't worry about it too much, he can keep that to himself.

He wouldn't begrudge someone helping him out if they wanted to pat him or play with his ears, people do so without checking in with him plenty back home. Pink hair and lily flowers on his head tend to be a bit too bizarre for most people to resist touching]

P, pardon my reach... [Silas just going to... put his hands together on one of Ethan's shoulders, putting his chin to rest over them after. He warns-] You should be ready to hold me. I would fall to the floor. If not.

[Just do it, Silas! If he loses anymore energy, he won't be able to at all. He closes his eyes and takes a breath in, before a swirl of green mist whips around him in a brief whirlwind. Suddenly, there's far less weight and size in his place. A roughly football sized mossy, green pig wearing all his clothing is left in Ethan's arms... should the other man not choose to drop him immediately. The mist dissipated fast, leaving just a fragrant lily smell to linger in the room]