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"... 'Kay." Was her only reply, but she made no move to lay back down. "I think... I'm alright now." Green eyes looked up to Hargun, still watery with tears. She was exhausted, that small time she had been unconscience still not helping her aching bones.

"Yeah... I'm okay." Amaya tried to force a smile, but couldn't. The pain in her appendages was starting to fade, at least. She felt so pathetic, having to have her friend care for her like this. Letting out a shaky sigh, she looked down at her feet again. Thankfully she hadn't been wearing her socks, else they would have been ripped to shreads... again. She doubted her gloves would fit her anymore either.

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault. We both knew this would happen eventually." Finally she managed to crack a weak smile, glancing down at the vomit that was begining to set into the carpet she frowned. "I need to clean that up..."

Amaya smiled and nodded. "I'm up for that, but knowing him he'd end up killing us just because we made him mad." Even though she was joking, it had a certain bitterness to it. If he could do this much to them, why not? Right now she didn't really feel up to living at the moment anyway.

She would have put her hand on Hargun's, but just the thought of using such grotesque looking things made her stomach lurch. It had taken her awhile to get used to her feet and hands after the first time. How long was it going to take now?

Taking a deep breath and slouching, she reached over and put a portion of her hand on her bedside table before pulling herself to a stand. That smell was really getting to her and she had to clean it up sooner or later. She was a little taller now that her feet had grown... again and walking flat-footed would probably only get her stubbed toes.

Amaya snorted a tiny laugh. Hargun sucked at comforting people sometimes. But hey, that was Hargun.

Upon her suggestion she paused, looking from Hargun to the vomit and back again. "Yeah, I supposse so. Hold on." Using the wall to help her, she made her way over to her dresser and grabbed the sweater Chubbs had lent her. She would have to appologize for using it since it felt like she was contaminating it or something.

And right now she was in such a surreal state of mind that literally nothing could get her any farther down. After putting on the sweater and putting up the hood she turned back around. "I'm starving too, but I'm not sure if I can eat anything right now." She slowly made her way to the door, shoving her disfigured hands into the pocket of the sweater.

"Yeah, a new guy named Chubbs let me wear it last night. He's a nice guy." Amaya smiled slightly. "I hope he doesn't mind me wearing it." The thing came almost past her knees, well long enough to hide her tail and the pocket in the front was big enough to hide her huge hands.

"Hopefully." She walked out the door and went to close it behind her, but decided to leave the door cracked. "So when I come back it won't completely wreak of vomit." Her pace was slow, slightly behind Hargun as they headed down the stairs. The hood of the sweater was drawn up over her head, making her look like some kind of cult member with the torn black pajama pants she wore with them.

Hargun noticed Ambrose comming, and looked rather nervous.. not sure if Amaya really wanted anyone else to see her right now, but surely she wouldnt care if Ambrose did.

"Hey Ambrose." she said softly, and looked at Amaya. "We were out to get some.. fresh air."

Ambrose jogged closer to the pair of girls, his tail giving a slight wag, though it did seem halfhearted.

Ambrose could sense the tension as he arrived. It seemed like everyone was having a bad day due to one thing or anothe, even all things considered with being stuck on an island and turning into an animal.

"I'm glad I ran into you guys." He said truthfully. "I was about to just head -" He almost said 'home'. He swallowed. "Back to my duplex. It's been a long d-"

Ambrose stopped as Amaya pulled back the hood. NO wonder the tension! Poor Amaya. A small whine came from him, his ears drooping sympathetically. "You... changed again too, Amaya?" It seemed to come from left field - were the doctors testing different reaction times to the serums, or something? There were people here for weeks who hadn't changed for the first time, and Amaya had transformed long after he had the fist time.... and yet here she was changed again. It's like they couldn't relax and just assume stabilization for a while.

Without a nother word, Amrose stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, patting her on the back. IT was more than obvious that she wasn't used to the changes yet. "You stll look lovely, Amaya.." He said softly.