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He stopped leaning on the tree to go help the man up, his yellow eyes unwavering. As far as he knew, goats weren't dangerous. As long as he wasn't an octopus or a komodo...

He felt a pang of guilt when he saw the way the man's ears went down. He'd said something wrong. He always did. He leaned down and held out his one hand to the man to get him back on his feet. "I, um... sorry. I didn't realize... uh, I guess it isn't so bad, is it? As an animal?" At least you know what you are. He turned his head to the side as though he'd been slapped. "Ugh, who am I kidding? There's nothing good about any of this!"

He eyed the man's strange-looking legs and feet. Something seemed a little off about them, connected to what otherwise looked much like a person. "Er... can you stand?"

Zach continued to hold out his one hand while he studied the goat legs the man had. There was little he could say to express how disturbing it looked in a sympathetic way. "... I'm so sorry."

He hadn't been to the island long, it was probably assured that this man had seen far worse sights here than Zach would ever witness. What good were his few words against such a cursed life? He helped the man to his feet somewhat, his tail once more slowing down as it mirrored the depressing feelings that choked Zach mentally. He gave the priest a bitter smile. He'd already been told 'dragon', there really wasn't much that Sabin could have added to that statement to make it any more unbelievable. Not that humans turning into animals was believable itself, unless one was experiencing it firsthand. "I suppose I will... Oh, I'm Zachary. Nice to meet you, ah, Father."

Meeting a holy man in such an unlikely place felt strange to Zach. Even if the man didn't have goat's feet or ears or the twisting horns, he'd still feel a bit overwhelmed. He looked away, almost submissively. Priests reminded him of confession, and confession reminded him of the conversation he'd had the other day. It still had him in a bad place. He did feel guilty, just not guilty enough to go out of his way to find Rex again. That would be too much.

"So, you're a priest?" he asked rhetorically, a sense of urgency worming into his words. The priest didn't look extremely bothered by his extensive changes, so perhaps he hadn't yet forsaken his faith. "How do you... deal with the changes? Um, spiritually?"

Mentally, he slapped himself. He hadn't realized how desperate he was that he would try to seek solace from a man of god.

Hawks were not built for running, but the rabbit was traumatized enough by a giant pird of prey barrelling towards it to make a false hop. It wasn't much of edge, but Greer had had a lot of hunting practice as of late, and had learned to take advantage of her meals' mistakes. A quick pounce talons first onto the unfortunate bunny's back and the prize was hers'. Bending down quickly she picked the carcass up with her beak and looked for a good tree to lean against. Spotting a particularly colorful one, she trotted over...

...and mentally smacked herself for not making full use of her sharp vision to pick out a very changed islander from the foliage. Moron! Moving her meal over to a foot so her mouth was free for talking, she turned up the fleshy edges of her beak and called out a greeting.

"Hello! How are you today?"

"That it is... Cassidy?" Greer asked, not having seen her creepy-crawly phobic downstairs neighbor in, well, months upon months. Considering when they came in, it was no wonder they were both so far along they were hard to recognize.

At the hunting comment she blushed under her feathers. "Yes, er, it is. It would be better if I attempted flight and succeeded in it, but the chance that I might not keeps me grounded. Ooo," she said, noticing bound paper, "what are you reading?"

Greer cocked her head, looking over Cass's wings more carefully. "Wings? Are you a quetzalcoatl?"

Hearing the name of the book, she sighed and shook her head. Sounded like a text book, but she doubted it. "No, I'm mostly a non-fiction reader. A scientific non-fiction reader. I'm boring."

Greer chuckled at Cass's protestation, "Well, there are worse things than becoming an Aztec god, I imagine. Like not having hands. I myself find that to rather suck."

She envied people who could hold books.

"Well... I guess I have a thumb," she said, waving one of said digits, "but they're fairly useless at the moment. Maybe if I work on it."

She shrugged, already regretting making the complaint. No more whining! "I miss my hands, but I'm okay. The wonderful thing about being a hawk is my feet are incredibly tactile. Practically hands I walk on."

Her stomach growled, and she glanced down at her meal. "In any case, I'm going to excuse myself and go scarf this thing in private. I'm glad to see you're doing well."

Waving a wing, she picked up her rabbit in her beak again and dissappeared back into the jungle.