"How is that even a question? Of course I am! Look at you!" Rhys was shorter than he had been before, and his neck had elongated like he'd been bound by neck rings. Prominent pointy ears decorated his head, and his sclerae were beginning to darken. There was a whole host of other oddities about his appearance that made him look half man, half Ampharos, but he was far more concerned with Chili than himself. He placed a webbed hand against Chili's forehead and yelped, recalling it back in a flash.

"Your fever is... oh my goodness, I could cook a hot meal on it! H-hold still, ple-e-e-ase! I'll get my thermomet-"

Oh. Would you look at that. He tripped.

"Ohhhh..."