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Owain's body freezes, suddenly gripping the rail. A choked gasp escapes from his lips.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Nom grabs the shoulders of Owain. His normal Irish accent was replaced with a Scottish one; accents aren’t tied to the body, but the way a soul speaks. Clearly, it was Scott who is now Nom.
“Who’s in there?” Scott asks from Nom’s body.
The initial chaos of the transformation spell was seeming to calm down, as they all realize there’s something wrong with whoever now inhabited Owain’s body.
As it quieted down, Owain could finally realize whose body he was now in: Cherri’s. And that he could only see through one eye. He felt vulnerable in this body, dainty hands at the end of meagre arms. Cherri has some muscle to her, yes, but no more than average. Absolutely not even close to the muscle of a knight, especially not close to the level of muscle his body has. Cherri’s 5’6 height was absolutely hard to get used to, as Owain is used to being his normal 6’4. Not only does he feel vulnerable in the new body, but also in the clothing. He is used to wearing thick armour, on top of thick padding, not a measly dress, and absolutely not heels, however short they may be.
“Shan? Did you say Shan?” Nom Scott asks, his ear tilted towards the lion's mask. Owain couldn’t hear the response from where he stood, but based on how Scott reacts, he assumes Shan(?) had mumbled something affirmatively.
Scott’s body stepped forward, reaching a hand towards Shan but stopping themself. “Shan, hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Talk to us.” Scott was already usually soft-spoken, but whoever inhabited his body was soft-spoken in a different way, and this person clearly has a softspot for Shan… Yeah, Graecie.
“It hurts…” Shan mumbles from beneath Owain’s mask.
“What does, what does?” Graecie asks, placing a hand so gently on Owain's shoulder, clearly trying not to hurt Shan more, but showing her that she’s there for her.
Right. It had slipped Owain’s mind that whoever would move to his body would feel his pain. There wasn’t much he could have done, he hadn’t even known what spell would take place, but he wishes he could have prepared.
“Everything… I- I- I can hardly stand.” Shan murmurs. She’s still not moved, a deathgrip on the rail next to her.
Graecie and Scott give eachother a worried look, sharing a thought. “Shan, what hurts? No, sorry, you answered that. How does it hurt? Can you tell why it hurts?” Scott asks gently, trying to visually shield Shan from the others.
After a short moment of whispers between Scott and Graecie, Graecie turns to the group. “Everybody, clear out, give Shan space. Owain, stay here.” She spoke.
But she doesn’t know whose body Owain is now in. She doesnt know who to direct that order to. Knowing the lecture Graecie is going to give, and how the rest would act once everything is revealed, Owain contemplates for a moment if he should stay, or claim to be somebody else. It wouldn’t be too hard, but once he is inevitably found out, the reactions would be even worse. The pity would be even worse. So, he stays.
As people begin to clear out, a few notice “Cherri” staying, and they easily realize whose body Owain now is in, giving him curious looks as they leave. After just a moment, everybody except for Owain, Shan, Graecie, and Scott are left, in the bodies of Cherri, Owain, Scott, and Nom.
“Owain, what is wrong with her!?” Graecie steps off the blue risers, climbing up to match Owain in the red ones. “Fix her!” She demands.
“I-... It’s not that simple.” He replies, averting his one working eye. His posture is frigid, hands clasped behind his back, chest out. Clearly, he’s trying to retain some of his presence, despite now being the shortest of the room, reduced to a mere 5’6.
“Why is she in pain? What did you do!?” Graecie yells.
“Owain…” Scott speaks, his pitying voice in stark contrast to Graecies's angrily protective one. “Why were you in so much pain? Why is it that when Shan is transported to your body, she’s in pain to the point of crying?” The pity makes Owain want to grimace. But, he retains his stern expression.
“I…” He sighs in thought, hearing himself speak in a mix of his own and Cherri’s voice, was slightly shocking, but he gets over it. He tries to speak again, but it's not the difference in voice that stops him, it's the inability to explain. Of course, he knows how, he could, he knows the words he wants to say. He just can't. It's like barbed wire in his throat. “I- wounds, wounds. That is all, I’ve wounds that are yet to heal, and she’s experiencing that pain.”
The look of horror on their faces nearly scares Owain, nearly. “Why are you looking at me like that!?” He yells, arms no longer clasped behind his back.
“That- I…” Graecie stumbles over her words for a moment before clearing her throat. “We’ll unpack that later, right now, tend to the wounds. I’ll find a healing potion to pour onto the wound, just help her get out of the armour.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He replies, continuing to avert his gaze, not making eye contact.
“Owain.” Scott’s voice is scarily stern, a tone Owain’s not heard from Scott. The sword in Nom’s hand helps with Scott's intimidation, that, and the fact that Owain doesn’t have his normal muscle or armour. “Is it a matter of you not being able to, or not being willing? Because I assure you, you’d better be picking the right reason.”
“...” Owain normally wouldn't so easily give in to the intimidation, but he doesnt think he could even lift a sword to fight back in Cherri’s body. “I’ll… I’ll remove the armour. But first, get Shan to a private room, and bring me a blindfold to place upon her eyes. She will not be gazing upon my face.” Owain says.
“We can work with that. Then, we’ll send a mage to heal the wounds.” Scott says, still trying to intimidate Owain.
“That would require said mage to view the wounds, which entails viewing my appearance. Absolutely not. I will apply a healing potion to the wounds, that is the best I can do, I am the only one who knows how to remove the armour. These are my terms, will you agree to them or not?” He asks.
“Just get the armour off of her, then we’ll talk.” Graecie is clearly trying not to yell again. Based on the hushes Owain can hear, it's clear this conversation isn’t as private as he’d wished.
“Find something to be used as a blindfold, then I will. In the meantime, Scott, help move her to a private location. I doubt she’ll be doing much while still in pain. In other circumstances, I’d move her myself, but Cherri’s muscles aren’t very useful.” He makes sure the eavesdroppers outside can hear that last comment.
Scott frowns, glancing at Shan, who still stands frozen. Hushed sobs echoed in the mask, which didn’t elicit any empathy from Owain, only embarrassment. He doesn’t cry, it’s weird seeing his body do as such. “Graecie, send another knight in, preferably somebody who won't make everything worse,” Scott tells Graecie.
With a nod, she steps back from Owain, exiting the tent. After a moment, Graecie returns with Apo’s body. “Kitty can help you move Shan.” She speaks.
“Yes! I will help carry big kitty body, and help fix water mage.” Kitty speaks through Apo’s body. Owain doesn’t second-guess who this is, he’d know even if Graecie hadn’t said who it was. The grammar, or lack-thereof, gives it away, as well as the emphasis on different syllables.
“Shan, it’ll only hurt for a short moment, okay? It’ll be much better after, I promise.” Graecie raises a hand towards Shan’s back, before remembering the pain Shan’s in, and stopping herself.
“Where are we bringing her?” Scott asks, standing near Owain’s body.
“Can you get her to the Knights' barracks in the blue kingdom? I’d suggest bringing her to my house next to the blacksmiths, but it's a ladder to the top.” Owain suggests. “Somewhere with a bed, at least.”
“We can do that, there is a furnished, unclaimed room on the first floor of the barracks, yes? We’ll bring her there.” Scott says. “Kitty, do you know where I speak of?”
“I will follow lead.” Kitty replies with her usual simple vocabulary. It’s cute.
As the two of them carefully pick up Owain’s body, Graecie turns to Owain. “Anything else you’ll need?”
“... No, no. I’ll need to retrieve a few items from my quarters, but I can fetch those myself. From you, I just need something to use as a blindfold.” He speaks, following a few steps behind Scott and Kitty, as they carefully carry Shan out of the tent. The entirety of the Red and Blue kingdoms has been waiting outside, clearly eavesdropping. Whoever is in Sausage's body and Mei’s body both give Owain a slightly peeved look, while the person in Mei’s body also seems to be examining Cherri’s arms. It doesnt take a genius to know who they are, Apo and Cherri - the real ones.
The rest of the two kingdoms are just watching in shock and confusion, especially at the fact that Owain’s body is being carried. Owain even spots a few pitying expressions… This is the exact opposite of what he needs today. All he can do is avoid looking at anybody, instead, just follows Scott, Kitty, and… Shan. It’s so weird, seeing his own body seem so fragile, weak. It’s especially weird to hear tears come from his body, however muffled.
Owain loses sight of Graecie quickly, having been distracted. She must be off to find a blindfold for Shan. Once Owain, Scott, and Kitty cross the bridge, he stops walking behind them. He’s not very fast in Cherri’s body, but he’s quicker than the two knights carrying not only the tallest, but also the heaviest of the knights. It’s still so weird to be thinking about his body, but not himself. It’s him, but it's also Shan… Best stop thinking about that.
After a few minutes of walking, he reaches the front gates. After another two or three minutes, he reaches the blacksmithing area and enters his house. He pulls out his pickaxe and pries open the floor, three stones in the corner easily coming out. Beneath lies a chest. Inside lies his nightly routine… Medical supplies.
Owain enters the knights' barracks just as Scott and Kitty are setting down Shan in the half-furnished room on the bottom floor. There's a bed, a few cabinets, two cupboards, a carpet, but that's pretty much it. On one of the cabinets, a long piece of fabric sits, clearly the blindfold provided by Graecie. That was fast, Owain thinks. There are also two bottles, filled with a red liquid, healing potion.
“Before you go, would you two mind covering up the window? Preferably from the inside. I don't want any peeping-toms, or peeping-rogues, specifically.” Owains says, situating the medical supplies on top of one of the cabinets.
“Whatever you say,” Scott says, pulling out a few wooden planks and hammering them into the wall. He seems momentarily shocked at the speed at which he can put them up, which just makes him realize how much stronger Nom is than he is.
“Thanks, I’ll take it from here,” Owain says, which is polite for Get out.
Scott and Kitty leave quickly, understanding the sentiment. Owain shuts the door behind them, placing wooden planks over the window in the door. Then, he turns to Shan, who is in his own body… Yeah, this is normal.
“Shan, I’m gonna remove the helmet first, then put on the blindfold, remove the rest of the armour, and then patch you up. Okay? I need to make sure you’re okay, say something to me.” Owain isn’t too worried about Shan being physically bad, after all, he was in his own body less than an hour prior, he knows its just because Shan isn’t accustomed to this pain.
Once he hears a small murmur from Shan, he begins.. Reaching around the mask to the back of the helmet, he finds the clasp removing it. Once he gets the mask off, he nearly yelps.
Nothing can prepare you for the shock of seeing your own scarred, scared, pained, tearful face stare up at you, like you’re its last hope. Owain grabs a cloth from the pile of supplies and begins to wipe… His own scar-covered face. Yes, still very weird. Before Shan can catch Owain’s face in the reflection of something, he places the blindfold over her (His?) eyes.
He normally removes the armour from within, not as a third party. So it does take a lot longer than normal. From start to finish, it usually takes him 10-15 minutes, as there are many layers, he is unassisted, and he usually needs a moment every time the wounds are irritated. Today, it takes 45 minutes.
The groans and whines from Shan doesnt make it easy, and eventually, Owain needs to restrain her arms so she doesnt keep swinging at him. At first, it feels immoral, but he quickly remembers that this is for her own good and will be less painful in the long-run.
Once he gets the armour off of Shan, he begins patching up the wounds. Of which, there are many. From his mid-thigh to his upper shin, a large patch of skin, which seems to be in the mid stages of healing. Along the shin of his other leg, a relatively fresh wound, which seemed to have reopened, was under the armour. If he had cared for his health, he would have bandaged the wounds. But this way, they bleed more. From his elbow, along the back of his bicep, curving around his shoulder and ending in the crook of his neck, is another wound, this one seems to have been healing for a few weeks, it’s nearing fully healed, but very clearly, a deep, deep wound.
Shan groans and whines as Owain brings the healing potion to the wounds, noises that sound very wrong coming from Owain's lips.
It’s only just as Owain has finished wrapping the wounds that he hears a knocking at the door, soft but urgent. “Owain, how is she!?” Graecie is asking, her voice waivers only slightly, trying not to sound panicked.
“Well.” He answers briefly.
“I’m coming in. Scott showed me how to use his magic, and I have healing spells.” She calls out as she begins to open the door.
Instantly, Owain bolts up, slamming the door shut before she can slip in. “Nay! You shant!” He sternly states, pressing his (Cherri’s) body against the door.
“Owain, Shan is in pain. Please, let me help her!” Graecie begs from outside the door. After a moment of silence, she lets out a defeated sigh. “Fine, just…Please, make sure she’s okay.” At that, steps leading away.
Owain steps back from the door, letting out a breath of relief. Looking over at his body, Shan seems to be sleeping, chest slowly rising and falling in rhythm. Again, it's very eerie.
It takes only a few minutes to gather the used medical supplies, and only a few more minutes to sort what he can keep using and what he can't. Such as the cloth, he can simply wash. What he can use, he drops back at his house. What he can't, into lava. It’s the easiest way to get rid of unwanted items.
By the time Owain’s taken care of the supplies, he begins heading towards the Blue Kingdom gate. Just because he had to spend well over an hour of his time helping Shan doesnt mean he can’t have some fun while the circus is in town. As he exits Blue, he spots a small group near the bridge: Sausage, Kitty, Mei, Apo, and Nom.
“How’s Shan?” Scott asks from Noms' body.
“Oh, yes. She’s well, sleeping at the moment.” Owian replies.
“So…” Scott begins.
Owain frowns, knowing what Scott is going to say. “Not now.”
“What was that all about?” Mei’s body spoke. “What happened?” She asked him.
After a moment of no response from Owain, Scott decided to step in. “Owain lives in constant pain and never told any of us, and when Shan’s soul went into Owain’s body, she felt his pain.”
“This is true?” Kitty asks Owain, tilting Apo’s head to the side.
“Close enough.” Is all he says, which is met with pity.
An awkward silence lulls over the group, nobody knowing what to say. Finally, “Sausage” breaks it. “You’ve not been doing anything harmful to the Princess's body, have you?”
“No, I’ve not… Apo?” Owain guesses the soul inhabiting Sausage, which is met by a simple nod.
Over the next few hours, maybe three, they all wander around, joking and hanging out. Eventually, a small few of them congregate in the Blue Castle gardens, playing Farkle. Another group is playing down near the blacksmiths.
“OH, MOLD, I WILL GET YOU!” Kitty yells as she loses another Farkle game..
“You just need to roll better,” Owain says simply as he begins a new game. He freezes in shock for just a moment, staring at his dice. “Like that!” He banks four ones, instantly winning as he laughs.
“WOAH!” Nom peers over Owain’s shoulder, and he needs to hide his cheeks from the blush that comes from Kitty’s body being so close.
“Yeah,” he laughs. “It’s just that easy.” He places a crafting table down, crafting his gold into blocks, before slipping them into his bundle. “That was an insane role, though, I must say. The Farkle Gods must be happy with me.” He shrugs.
“Is unfair.” Kitty pouts, crossing her arms.
Owain simply smiles, stepping over to the garden wall, looking over the entire kingdom. “My, this is a marvellous view.” He says to no one in particular.
“You have Mae and 4C to thank for that.” Nom joins him by the edge.
Owain frowns as he looks closer. Scott’s body is crouching near the knights barrack, fumbling with his staff. After a moment, Graecie casts invisibility on herself. There are steps in the grass, disappearing towards the dirt path. Then, the barracks' front door opens and closes.
“Wait…NO!” He squints his eyes before taking off in a sprint, nearly tripping down the stairs in Cherri’s heels.
It’s not very hard for Kitty and Nom to keep up with him. After all, neither Apo nor Kitty wear shoes that are hard to run in. Cherri, however, wears heels. Short heels, but Owain’s never run in anything other than simple boots. These heels have no ankle support compared to his armour.
“Why are we running!?” Nom yells as he chases after Owain, confused but rolling with it.
Owain says nothing, heels clacking against the castle bridge. He runs into the blacksmith's clearing, sidestepping Mei, Sausage, Bek, and Cam. Their bodies, that is.
It takes less than a minute to reach the barracks, and he slams the front door open, running towards where he left Shan. The door is slightly ajar, quiet murmuring inside. As Owain slams the door open, staring at the two of them. Graecie is sitting next to the bed, speaking to Shan in a low voice. The blindfold has been lifted up just above Shan’s (Owains) eyes.
“How dare you!” He yells at them, axe in hand.
“Owain! I’m- I’m sorry, I just- She needed healing! Those wounds are very old. Why are they still open?” Graecie has been standing since Owain entered, her hands are held in defence.
“None of your concern, when this whole spell is over and done, then she’ll forget of the pain in days to come. You had no right to come in here.” He says, stepping forward, clearly trying to intimidate, and he seems to be planning to attack Graecie with his axe.
“Owain.. Calm down. It’s not that big of a deal, I’m sorry. But, you’re welcome. Those wounds are healing much faster now, I’m 90% sure they’re just gonna be scars in a few days.” Graecie rolls her eyes.
All he sees is red. How dare she? She closed the wounds, and he’ll have to reopen them. There goes his plans for the first few days back. “You…” he pauses. “You what?”
“I…” Graecie and Shan eye eachother in confusion, as if asking Are you hearing what I’m hearing? “I healed the wounds… I- I mean… Is that not good?”
“Leave, now.” He warns.
“...Okay, I’m sorry…” Graecie murmurs, walking around him, out of the room.
He and Shan stay in silence for a moment, as Owain thinks. Not good, not good… DAMNIT! Why did she come in here? Why? She’s seen me, she’s seen everything… She knows what I look like…
“Owain…” Shan murmurs, voice dry. “I- I’m sorry… I just, she came in here, and offered… I couldn’t say no…” She seems to regret it, but that doesn’t make it right.
He sighs and makes sure the door is clicked closed. “I… I see why you did it. And I don’t blame you. But you still had no right.”
“...I’m sorry.” She repeats, unsure of what else she can really say or do to make it better.
“Yeah, yeah, you said that.” He mutters.
Owain pulls from his inventory a waterskin, handing it to Shan to drink, having noticed the dry voice. “Are you well? If you wish, I can help you don the armour, or if you’d prefer something else, I’m open to it.” He says as she uncaps the container.
“Oh, yes, sure. Will that irritate the wounds?” She wipes her (Owain’s?) mouth, handing back the closed waterskin.
“Did Graecie not heal what was left? The healing magic, along with the healing potions, should at the very, very least, make it manageable.”
While it usually takes him about 10-15 minutes to don the armour, that’s putting it on himself. Putting detailed, intricate armour on a very untrained mage… It’s not an easy feat. In total, it takes nearly half an hour.
“This armour is really hot…” Shan complains as she gets used to the armour. She’s not as graceful as Owain is in the armour, every small movement setting off a chain of clinking and clanking.
Once Shan is in the armour, and Owain has quadruple-checked that she can’t get out, he leads her out of the barracks. For the most part, she can walk by herself, but she does need some help here and there. “Owain,” Shan begins.
“Yes?” He has his arm out as they walk down a few steps, walking towards the blacksmithing area.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“...Live? I mean…With the pain. I don't need you to tell me why you do that to yourself, you don’t owe me anything. But… How?” She glances over. It’s annoying, not being able to see her reactions and expressions, but he’d rather keep his privacy and identity to himself.
“I…” Add one to the sigh counter. “It’s been a long time, about two or three years. I guess I’m used to it. Numb, might be more accurate.”
Shan hums, seems like it was enough. As they near the blacksmiths, Owain sees Mei, Sausage, Bek, Cam, Scott, Nom, and Kitty, all standing around a few farkle tables, a few games against merchants, some against other kingdom members. Graecie (Scott’s body) is extremely quiet as they arrive, standing a few feet away. In fact, everybody seems to be quiet as they arrive.
“Shan, how are you?” Graecie asks in worry.
“She’s fine. I need to speak to you.” Owain frowns, trying not to blow up. At his arrival, Graecie has sat down on a nearby step and begun staring at the floor, as if to say Yeah, I know I did something wrong…Like a child getting told off.
“Owain, just see it from her perspective for once, will you?” Kitty asks, though the voice reminds Owain that no, it is not Kitty, but instead Nom. His fondness of Kitty almost overrides how irritating Nom is… Almost.
“Nom, do me a favour, shut up.”
“Excuse me?”
“There is so much going on right now, just stay in your own lane, will you?”
Nom side-eyes Owain, but stays quiet. It seems their nice moment up in the garden meant very little. Owain turns back to Graecie, who is looking at the ground in shame.
“We need to talk, now.” He says. “You can catch up with Shan later, Graecie.”
“...Do we really need to? That’s not really needed, is it?” She stands up, trying to charm Owain with her smile.
“Yes, we do, and yes, it is.” He doesn’t budge.
Graecie frowns, then starts making puppy eyes. “C’mon, really? I mean, now? It’s so unnecessary.”
Owain spins his axe in his hand. “I’d much rather speak in private. We don't need the entire kingdom hearing this…drama.”
“Are you threatening me? You dont win this fight.” She scoffs.
“I’m not threatening you, I’m warning you. There’s a difference. Now, please follow me, and let us speak in private.” He’s not asking anymore.
Graecie frowns, stepping forward. “Yeah? Try and hit me.” She eyes the axe in his hand.
“Wh-huh?” He pauses, confusion evident on his face.
“Hit me. Hit. Me.” She repeats, emphasizing each word.
“You are unarmed. As a knight, I will not attack an unarmed opponent. You, too, are a knight, you should know this.” He looks her up and down, reading her body language. She seems confident.
Graecie reaches towards her belt, pulling out a small dagger. With no real intention to harm him, she swings it at Owain. “There.”
He easily catches her by the forearm, stopping the small blade before it even nears his body. Or rather, the body he is in… Cherri’s body?
“Graecie, this is a serious matter, and you are not taking this at all seriously.” He says as he slips his axe into his inventory.
“What did she even do?” Mei tilts her head sideways from where she’s standing next to Sausage. Based on the voice and candour, it’s likely Cherri.
“Will you explain, or should I?” Owain glances at Graecie, who has since lowered her weapon. “Fine, I shall. While Shan was resting and recovering, in my body, Graecie entered the room without my permission. Shan was, of course, without my armour, and as such, Graecie saw underneath the armour. Not only that, but she removed Shan’s eyecovering, which then allowed Shan to see under the armour.” It seems intentional, how he left out the fact that Graecie healed his body…
“Why aren’t you sharing all the facts?” Graecie tilts her head, clearly just trying to let out his secret.
“Because they are my facts to share, not yours. I’d suggest you quit while you’re ahead.” He scowls.
“Uh, no, Graecie, tell us!” Apo says with a grin on Sausage’s face. “What’s he look like, under the armour?”
Owain grabs Graecie’s forearm, clasping his hand around Scott’s bracers. “Graecie, silence.”
“What? No. I won't be silent. And by the way, I don’t regret it. Given the chance, I’d do the same thing a hundred times over. Owain, you’re not getting an apology.
“You had no right! How dare you? I- You… Why did you do it? Mass polymorph spells like this never last more than a day or two, maybe three. It’d all be temporary! Do you realize what you’ve done?”
“Owain, you shut up. Why in the world would I just leave them? I had to!” Graecie pulls her arm away.
“Are you kidding? It wasn’t up to you! And it wasn’t up to Shan, either.” He pulls the axe out of his inventory again, trying to intimidate her.
“As much as I love the in-fighting, I don’t think this is very helpful for getting us back into our bodies.” Apo steps in, forcing Owains axe-weilding hand down. “And anyway, you’re in a mage's body, you can’t hit people with axes.” Ah, so that's why Graecie was trying to get Owain to hit her…
“Getting us back into our bodies? Did the circus mage tell anybody how to reverse the spell?” Owain drops the axe into his inventory.
“Yes, we’re working on getting a gold block, figured we’d farkle at the same time.”
“...A gold block?”
“Yes, something shiny. To see your reflection in.”
“...Perhaps I overestimated you, Soluna Knight.”
“Wh- What does that mean!?” She frowns, looking Owain up and down.
“Not the point, butt-out of this. I have no doubt you know Cherri’s weaknesses. You’d defeat me in a fight in mere moments.” He turns back to Graecie.
“You will regret this, Graecie. For now, I’m willing to drop it. But have it be known, I do not take kindly to those who push boundaries, who poke where poking is not needed nor wanted.” He narrows his eyes.
After about two more hours, eventually they all meet in the circus again. It gets overstimulating, how much yelling there is, but eventually, they intimidate the circus trio into returning them to their bodies and teaching skills to each of the classes. Upon a long rest, the knights will be able to take the damage from others for them.
To first be taught these abilities, they must first return to their bodies. A wave of nausea hits Owain like a cart, as he loses consciousness. When he comes to, he’s in the knights' barracks, the room Shan had been resting in. His helmet is somehow off (How did Shan figure out the clasp??) And he’s lying on the ground. As is Scott, in fact, Scott is laying ontop of him… As soon as he notices Scott begin to stir, he grabs his helmet, shoving it on.
As Scott regains consciousness, he slowly looks up, towards Owain. The Lion Mask isn’t clasped, and not on right, but you cannot see underneath at all.
“...Owain?”
“... It seems Graecie and Shan were…having a conversation.” Owain says, as he notices how oddly moist his lips are… And the red mark beginning to form on Scott’s neck.
“I-...” Scott seems to have noticed as well. “Never speak of this?”
“Well, it’s another reason for me to pummel Graecie into the ground, so I can’t promise you much.”
“Uh, right, but uh… To nobody else, yes?”
“Yes.” He nods. “Oh, uh Scott? You uh, should cover that up…” He gestures to Scott’s neck.
“I’m going to murder those two.”