He was a darling dear of a half-dear is what he was. She could feel the grumbling within her stomach -- new organs forming no doubt. Meanwhile, the teeth were starting to pile up inside of Nil's mouth, but she kept them to herself while she was being carried.

Did it hurt? Are you okay...? Despite her circumstances, she was more concerned with her friend's discomfort and inconvenience. There was more to discuss, too. Perhaps there was a logic in how they got this way? Or maybe it really was just poison. Still, talking--or rather, thinking--was better than fretting what new thing was being made. I had something sweet, like... a berry-chocolate, I think. I think I also remember a nutty, earthy flavor. If that helps...