Mar did not realize until after he had settled in to this host that he had caused Clotho to fall out of the tree and onto the ground, rather unceremoniously as well. He had caused her more pain than he usually would have, but that must've been due to how different her body was to that of an elven woman's. This was evidenced by the disturbed and torn grass from Clotho's thrashing.
Any hint of concern for Clotho's well-being, however, was wiped away as she got up and immediately went into a rant about his intrusion into her very body. Honestly, she took it better than anyone would have expected. He spoke directly into her mind, Disgusting, perhaps. Am I trying to take control? Your mind would prove too much trouble to try and take, it is a strong one. So you need not worry about killing yourself to escape such a thing. A pause, more discomfort for Clotho as he further settled into her body and grew accustomed to it, I am indeed under the Master's command, and I admit that this isn't sanctioned. My reason? My prime host is still injured, and I cannot do much with her while she recovers.
She started moving now, with the rest of the horde, Anatomy, yes, that is a word that has come up in your mind a few times. You're a very intelligent one, I could learn much by staying longer. I am already able to speak more clearly now. He could sense the feeling of a... thrill from her, and through he he seen what caused such a feeling, A dragon? Yet another this that is new to me... Or forgotten.
