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Okay, that's more a thud from his fist on the ground beside him because that is easier. Aaron pushes himself up with his elbows so he can sit while Darran babbles. Nothing is beautiful and everything hurts. He brings up one hairless burned hand and forces a thumb’s up, even if his fingers don't quite agree with him yet.

He tests out his fit, slowly rotating his ankles and wiggles his toes. Yep, that hurts. That hurts a lot. They move though, so that's a good thing. He slowly shifts down, not all the way because he's not going to risk it. Unlike werewolves, his step in between is not Neanderthal man. He looks a little taller, a little older, a little thicker haired but otherwise normal in this form.

Another thing of note is that his clothes seem to form around him as his fur vanishes. Someone remembers Rite of Binding at least. His hands are raw and burned, but his feet are back in boots so he'll try to ignore them for now. His lips are also swollen, cracked and burned. He coughs a bit and decides since he still can't feel his tongue, talking won't really be a thing.