Faolan nearly flinched when he heard Lucien begin to describe the creature, and the transformation. Even after what he had seen, what Faolan had done to him, he was still more worried about Faolan's pain than his own safety. It would have baffled him if it were anyone aside from Lucien. 

Some of what he described he knew already, just from the vague images he could remember and piece together from the night. Of course, the beast could look down on itself or view its reflection in a puddle, but Faolan's chances of remembering something like that were almost zero. It had been many years, and many changes, and still it had never happened. The creature was far more intent on expending every last bit of its energy, and feeding, than it was on self-discovery.

Faolan found himself comforted when Lucien took his notebook out and began to draw. There was something calming about the way his pencil moved rhythmically across the page. Faolan watched this more as a collection of lines than anything else and he found himself getting lost in it. Really, Lucien was quite good, and he looked so focused on the page. Watching his face for a moment, Faolan felt the corner of his mouth twitch into a half-smile, but it faded quickly.

After he was finished, Faolan found himself looking at the page, feeling somewhat detached from what he was seeing. Of course, it made sense, and it reminded him of the brief encounter he had had with the creature that had attacked him in the woods. It looked like he felt when he wore its skin: viscous, unrelenting, and hungry.

When he had studied it well, he nodded as if in acceptance. [color=a36209]"Thank you."[/color] he said, then turned away and looked back out over the water.

After another pause, he felt his lips moving on their own, [color=a36209]"So...you're staying then?"[/color] He asked, still feeling detached. At this point, he wasn't sure what he wanted the answer to be.