"Hhh. You sure? I got facehuggered good." A sizeable part of the pain is from his keel tenting out his skin. At this point it looks like he could kiss it if he bent his head forwards. Over his keel itself it is bloodless white.

The drug may be starting to take effect. He's not sure, it could be the athelas. Julien shifts the wing stretched out across the floor and turns himself to fall rather heavily onto his back, both wings falling open. Down his sides and below the point where his navel is filling in ugly, spiky pinfeathers are growing longer and blossoming into white.

"No, I can't sit up. Or - lower my legs." His knees are still tucked up to either side of his body, and his feet are still curled. Color shows in Julien's cheeks. "How do you think I ended up on the floor?"