[More precisely, he needs his hands to type the words. Beyond that, he's not too tense when the druid reaches out, instead accepting this bizarre situation for what it is as hands rest on one shoulder and breath, necessarily, ghosts against his neck. It's fine, he's fine, he's not at all touch-starved either. They'll be out of here in no time. The relief of weight and posture hits almost immediately as hands move to catch the other.
Ethan's surprise is... Well, probably not unexpected, when he beholds (and simply holds) Silas' new form. It's... Okay. It's even cuter than he expected. He can admit that. Somehow, he wasn't expecting the clothes? And it does make the lilies have something more of a concrete reasoning, given that they're, ah... Still there, and all.
The scent of the lilies has a strange effect on Ethan, if a very brief one - his grip almost... Trembles slightly? Nothing to worry about, assuredly, and he recovers without a word and all.
Which is about all the analysis he needs to start moving. After one good little scritch at the base of a lily-ear. The pace is thankfully not overly hindered - taking care of himself has been a necessity for a long time, after all - though he can feel gravity tugging on him something awful. One stop into a side room for a pack or two of bandages and gauze later, and then they're on their way to freedom (with or without a few more idle touches on soft piggy features).
And fresh air.
And, hopefully, not seeing blue. Whatever the case, Ethan will end up sinking down to sit, finally allowing himself to succumb to the exhaustion of the situation as he sets his would-be doctor aside. He'll be fine, he just. Needs a minute. Maybe a week.]
Piggy Silas is so cute, im love him
[More precisely, he needs his hands to type the words. Beyond that, he's not too tense when the druid reaches out, instead accepting this bizarre situation for what it is as hands rest on one shoulder and breath, necessarily, ghosts against his neck. It's fine, he's fine, he's not at all touch-starved either. They'll be out of here in no time. The relief of weight and posture hits almost immediately as hands move to catch the other.
Ethan's surprise is... Well, probably not unexpected, when he beholds (and simply holds) Silas' new form. It's... Okay. It's even cuter than he expected. He can admit that. Somehow, he wasn't expecting the clothes? And it does make the lilies have something more of a concrete reasoning, given that they're, ah... Still there, and all.
The scent of the lilies has a strange effect on Ethan, if a very brief one - his grip almost... Trembles slightly? Nothing to worry about, assuredly, and he recovers without a word and all.
Which is about all the analysis he needs to start moving. After one good little scritch at the base of a lily-ear. The pace is thankfully not overly hindered - taking care of himself has been a necessity for a long time, after all - though he can feel gravity tugging on him something awful. One stop into a side room for a pack or two of bandages and gauze later, and then they're on their way to freedom (with or without a few more idle touches on soft piggy features).
And fresh air.
And, hopefully, not seeing blue. Whatever the case, Ethan will end up sinking down to sit, finally allowing himself to succumb to the exhaustion of the situation as he sets his would-be doctor aside. He'll be fine, he just. Needs a minute. Maybe a week.]