THE PROPHECY ☆ pulled a thread

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Admittedly, the thought of a needle working its way in and out of his skin was... not the most desirable, despite his current state. After all, he had just end up in this form against his will, it wasn't as if he had already gone through all of the needle poking that currently held him together. Unfortunately, it wasn't as if he had much of a choice, and he did trust Rosemary, so he relented, nodding before he spoke, "That sounds good to me... I'll try my best to not be a clumsy student." He then offered her a bit of an uneasy smile, clearly trying his best to put on a brave face. It was sort of ironic, having Rosemary offer to teach him something for his own good, when he was supposed to be the teacher between the two of them - even though Rosemary wasn't really a sage because she needed the teaching. Either way, the tabby ended up staying still as his aunt prepared with her disinfectant and the needle that she needed. Keeping himself as relaxed as he could possibly be in his current scenario, Roan only ended up wincing a couple of times as his side was carefully patched up. He chuckled roughly in reply to Rosemary's question, nodding slowly, "Yeah, I'm fine... just pinches a bit when it goes in an out. I'm sure it's not as bad as it would be if I wasn't... you know." He gestured vaguely at himself, clearly referring to his own zombification.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan