Phillip doesn't give an audible answer, other than the hitch of his breath and a moan while his hold on the body above his grows firmer. But he did hear it, did make the connection, and does manage an answer, though in less of a direct way.
He shifts, ever so slightly, not changing his size but otherwise reaching out for that other form, that one he'd shown Gustavain that night, but this time with no robe to hide in. In many ways, he looks much the same; the Ascians still had the same basic shape as the races of these worlds, being what they came from and all. However, the differences are easily stark enough to be noticeable.
The first one Gustavain is likely to notice, given the grip on his legs and hips, is how slight his frame is. He is still the same height as a hyur, but the proportion of his limbs and torso is more akin to that of the pixies he'd met on the First. If he lifts his eyes up, he'd see the face still very much resembling the one he's familiar, just with any sharpness smoothed over, an almost unnatural delicacy to it. His hair may be the most obvious change, from deep raven black to almost snow white, likely near down to his waist if it wasn't tied up in a messy braid, slung over his shoulder.
Of course, it is not just the physical that changes. Under his skin, all the more obvious without the pretense of a hyur form, the darkness in him rumbles. It's almost visible like this, like an anti-glow at the edge of his skin, deep and endless.
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He shifts, ever so slightly, not changing his size but otherwise reaching out for that other form, that one he'd shown Gustavain that night, but this time with no robe to hide in. In many ways, he looks much the same; the Ascians still had the same basic shape as the races of these worlds, being what they came from and all. However, the differences are easily stark enough to be noticeable.
The first one Gustavain is likely to notice, given the grip on his legs and hips, is how slight his frame is. He is still the same height as a hyur, but the proportion of his limbs and torso is more akin to that of the pixies he'd met on the First. If he lifts his eyes up, he'd see the face still very much resembling the one he's familiar, just with any sharpness smoothed over, an almost unnatural delicacy to it. His hair may be the most obvious change, from deep raven black to almost snow white, likely near down to his waist if it wasn't tied up in a messy braid, slung over his shoulder.
Of course, it is not just the physical that changes. Under his skin, all the more obvious without the pretense of a hyur form, the darkness in him rumbles. It's almost visible like this, like an anti-glow at the edge of his skin, deep and endless.