Hearing Elvish now surprises Julien. There's no more expression on his face, though it can be read as having a Mona Lisa look despite the outsized eyes glinting with tears, the wide and lipless corners of his mouth. "It... it sounds really silly wh...when you've just got- there's the English in."

His body, now, is almost done. Rounder, wider. Deeper by over a foot, and muscle is still filling in around the keel arching over him. Somewhere along the line his thighs got included in the skin around where his waist had been, making the fit of his pajama bottoms very poor. He's already quite big, and the feathers reaching full length on his body make him seem very much larger. They're pimpling and pinfeathering and blossoming up towards his keel, around where his collarbones have almost finished fusing and curving into a furcula. Under Aaron's fingers his skin is shifting and goosebumps are forming.

Julien's noticed that his neck is getting longer, and even from a changing vantage point he can see his chest. He makes a choked sound and starts to struggle, enormous wings flapping against the floor, his head lolling. "I don't want to see this! I don't - no!"