[ It doesn't take long for Susato to give in. Just... a small pat to the head would be enough, surely--but of course, she finds herself stroking Iris's fur and flowers atop her head. ]
He became something he hates.
He grew wings, and... had terrifying eyes, and... [ There's hesitation here. Whether it's because she is not Ferran (and thus doesn't feel equipped to answer), or because her memories of that dreamscape have grown... fuzzy... it's hard to tell. ] That I understand it, he became one of the Fae.
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He became something he hates.
He grew wings, and... had terrifying eyes, and... [ There's hesitation here. Whether it's because she is not Ferran (and thus doesn't feel equipped to answer), or because her memories of that dreamscape have grown... fuzzy... it's hard to tell. ] That I understand it, he became one of the Fae.