Room 206, Saturday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

When Thorin awoke this morning, he found himself in possession of a number of things that he did not normally have. Chief among them being a bosom.

He squawked indignantly, touching his suddenly bountiful chest and then face to find that he managed grow a fuller beard as a female than as a male. Which. Um. Unfair and rude. But only par for the course since fate was ever cruel to him.

With a sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, wincing as the movement caused things to bounce. He needed to find something to bind his chest down.

[[Door closed, post totally open]]

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[seeks_truth]

Cassandra was not that busty, unfortunately. Hopefully Thorin would not mind having to shove his boobs back into a bra all day.

"Yes, but you are not yourself," Cassandra said. Dryly.

And maybe with a bit of judgment in there, Thorin. "I hardly see the point in crying about it any further."

[dwarvenswagger]

Hey, wait until she had bits she shouldn't have!

"I am not weeping or tugging my beard in distress," Thorin replied peevishly. Then he sighed and sat down on his bed. "It will pass and things will return to normal."

[seeks_truth]

If she had bits she shouldn't have, she would approach the situation rationally. Especially if she was certain no mage was involved.

"It will pass," Cassandra agreed. "Until such time, you are welcome to borrow any of my clothes that may be of use to you. That should be the end of it, unless this is malicious after all."

[dwarvenswagger]

"I better not be. Or they will find the axes of dwarves are sharp indeed," he replied darkly. Because who didn't like a good threat.

Only then did he seem to remember that it was rather early for a visit.

"Have you need of something?"

[seeks_truth]

"I had hoped for a spar," Cassandra confessed, "But considering your current... state... that does not appear to be an option."

[dwarvenswagger]

"My apologies," Thorin replied dryly. "I will better plan such things next time."

[seeks_truth]

"I would suggest sending the island an angrily-worded note," Cassandra said.

She was still put off by how thin the Veil appeared to be around here.

[dwarvenswagger]

"'Prince Thorin of Erebor objects most strenuously to the sudden addition of a bosom.'"

[seeks_truth]

"'Please cease your reckless magic immediately'," Cassandra said.

[dwarvenswagger]

That got him to snort in amusement. "I am certain they will listen."

[seeks_truth]

"It is always worth a try," Cassandra said. She shook her head. "Will you come with me to my room, or should I fetch some items for you?"

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin stood and raised himself to his full height. Which wasn't particularly impressive, but still. "I will accompany you."

[seeks_truth]

No. Thorin was still very short.

"Very well," Cassandra said easily.

She took a few steps back out of the room. "How have you been, your... present state... notwithstanding?"

She was not fantastic at small talk, but she had been spending an inordinate amount of time talking to Garik lately, and she could try.

[dwarvenswagger]

Would it help if Thorin flirted with her? Because he'd be terrible at it. And also not understand he was doing so.

"Very little has changed. It has been quiet until today."

[seeks_truth]

"Is that not the lament of us all when this island strikes again?" Cassandra asked, walking towards the stairs.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin found himself having to walk a little faster than usual to keep up. Ugh. Tall folk.

"These events are common?"

[seeks_truth]

"So I am told," Cassandra said. "And I have no reason to doubt what I was told. Last semester was... trying."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Oh?" he prompted. Because the pain of others made him feel better.

[seeks_truth]

That was not a very admirable character trait, Thorin.

"It was trying," she repeated.

[dwarvenswagger]

It was not. And yet. And yet.

"How helpful you are," he teased gently.

[seeks_truth]

"You are attempting to draw humiliating stories out of me," Cassandra said dryly. "You are lucky I haven't hit you yet."

... That was teasing. Ish.

[dwarvenswagger]

They had a special friendship.

"Were they humiliating? I had no idea."