[The flinch gets an answering wince -- sorry, he didn't mean to cause any extra pain. . . He stays still as she grabs his arm, just sort of trying to project comfort through the hand on her shoulder. Darn it, he doesn't know what to do. . .

Fortunately, the problem seems to partially fix itself -- at the very least, she's looking more herself again. He shakes his head.]

I -- I don't know. . . Whatever it is, it t-transformed you into -- something. . . How are you feeling now? Still -- still hurts?