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"I'm afraid I'll have trouble relating... the only scars that have ever bothered be are the ones that marked me as a servent. And I really don't think you look too different, over all, there are only a few differences I can see. Like I said, you're still beautiful. You really are so beautiful..." he kissed her back, wrapping his arms tight and craning his neck around hers to get closer to her lips to kiss her again, ignoring the pain in his stomach from her sitting on him.

((Yes, but he's pulling her up close against himself, and his stomach is still in a sorry condition, though he doesn't have to worry about keeping it still much anymore.))

Rivven took a deep, content breath through his nose, and held out the kiss, letting it go long, and just a gentle caress of their lips for a long time, before he leaned into it more, and slowly let himself just forget what troubled him and be engulfed in the kiss. He hoped he was doing a good job of being strong for her. He thought he was, but he was still full of worries, though for once he didn't feel any doubt in himself, and that would only be bad for her when she had so much of her own to deal with.

"Morgan..." he started, meaning to ask what had been wrong, when she suddenly continued again as if nothing really had been. Rivven wondered what it was, maybe she was more insecure about the new body than he'd thought... had he been moving too fast? This was a true worry, is it what he'd put her through up until this point? He looked away, ashamed of himself for whatever he'd done. He sat in the water silently for a long moment after she'd gotten out, just staring away and feeling horrible, before he slowly stood, stepping out of the bath and drying himself with the towel, being careful of his stomach. He wasn't sure what to say, so he just stared downward, biting his lip. "...I'm... sorry. I shouldn't be..." he really wasn't sure what he was saying, he just wanted something to assuage his guilt, he wanted to make her feel better as well, but he had no idea how to do that.

"I... nevermind." he said, shaking his head, and continueing to dry himself off. "Does it... bother you that much? I'm sure it wouldn't be terribly hard for you to look how you used to, if it's really been bothering you that much... I'll think I actually know a few simple ways you could look how you used to. I... asked Mr. Makamoria awhile ago if he could remove the scars for me, and he said it was possible, so I figure he could do the same for you if you wanted to get rid of them... and there's probably some product you could just use on your hair to make that how it used to be too, I just... I'm sorry, I can't tell what's wrong with you unless you tell me, but it seemed like your changes were hard on you, and I was just... making things worse." he looked away with a sigh, and finished drying himself, starting to slip his undergarment back on, but leaving the rest of it, dirty even though the ashes hardly showed on the gray pants and it would only take some brief beating on the shirt and gloves to get them clean, folded where it was.

"Well, I don't like the scars, like I said, but it doesn't change anything. Thruthfully, I'm not... any less physically attracted to you than I used to be, and certainly nothing has changed otherwise." he wrapped his arms around her again, with a happy sigh, and kissed her neck a few times lightly. "But you're right. We will have to do something about clothes... and my coat is filthy... um, I might have something else, but not much, and it'll really be guys clothes, though I think it might fit you alright..." he said, looking over to the tiny closet he'd finally had something to put in only a few days ago.

Rivven walked to the closet, and opened it to take out some clothes, chuckling a little. He layed out a blank white shirt and some jeans, a green yukata he'd hung like a bath robe rather than folding like a yukata, some sweat pants and a tank top. "I stopped at Wedsday's not terribly long ago, but that's all I have, except for the dirty clothes and a bathing suit." And the tuxedo... but he left that hidden in the closet, and sat down on the edge of the bed where he'd tossed them. "Take your pick. And that all should be fine. I'm glad the school is getting less empty, a good sign perhaps."

Rivven smiled wryly, choosing the jeans and t-shirt himself, and pulling on an extra pair of sock with it, knocking his sandals clean before putting them on. "Funny indeed, and more than a little ironic. As you seem to find yourself in need of clothes so often..." he said, in a joking tone, stopping at the door to hold it open for her, and put his arm out for her to take. "Ready to go now?"