[It's admittedly very difficult to look at Silas' pig form suspiciously. The long, pink eyelashes he's batting up at Ethan are frankly absurd, just too downright adorable. The little creature nuzzles into the fleeting petting, unable to communicate in much more than approving, soft puffs from his nose.
The flowers on his head certainly make more sense without his pink hair in the way. They extend directly out from the hogling's head in the place ears would be. Likewise, their expressiveness moves as one would expect of an animal's ears, pointed at Ethan attentively. His green eyes are clearly concerned, watching the other man carefully in case he needs some help... a pig can provide? A druid could provide, really. Silas may not be able to speak in this form, but could still use his magic in this shape if need be.]
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The flowers on his head certainly make more sense without his pink hair in the way. They extend directly out from the hogling's head in the place ears would be. Likewise, their expressiveness moves as one would expect of an animal's ears, pointed at Ethan attentively. His green eyes are clearly concerned, watching the other man carefully in case he needs some help... a pig can provide? A druid could provide, really. Silas may not be able to speak in this form, but could still use his magic in this shape if need be.]