Thankfully Elann wasn’t overwhelming him with any heightened emotions. In this state he wasn’t sure if he could take her intensity, not without it working at his own intended calm for the situation. There was, however, a surging of emotion as Elann studied his wounds. She wasn’t the only one remembering the last time he had been hurt. He wasn’t going to dwell on it though. That was in the past, this was now, and now, as she said, he was bleeding badly. Her pointing it out made him look down at his side again and he nodded once to her to agree. He looked back up to see her shedding her furs and then stripping her shirt. 

Noah took a staggering breath at her asking if he could shift again. The pain in shifting would be tremendous now that he was calm and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to will himself through that. It was easier to be injured and heal in one form than switching between the two. Shifting to his smaller form would be easier than coming back into this, but this was what healers were used to, but it would be easier to transport him as an eagle.

“Okay,” he said hesitantly, knowing the risks in his shifting.

He exhaled then forced himself through the process again, calling upon the magic in his soul. At this close range Elann could clearly see the full process of the shifting. There were no bones moving involved but his pale skin grew whiter and more vibrant until he began to shrink, all the while what couldn’t be changed into the structure of a bird was shed away and turned into the whimsical dust that surrounded him. The process was much slower than before as he bore through the pain of it. Noah came out on the other side three feet shorter and several pounds lighter, donned with feathers. The side effect of it was his dizziness.

He was passive to Elann’s touches afterwards, not doing as much as cooing in his discomfort. He barely squirmed even, just there to be manipulated with relative ease.