“So lets take a dip, Grampa Sparda. At least you won’t be fabric painting any more.” 

Stopping, she watched him in pity. “It was not my doing.” Which technically she could change her form, much of her identity had formed around her experiences looking like this and that she refused to change. “I came here to explain myself before someone tried to use me against you- against your family -again.”

“You’re visibly shivering. Come here.” Dante takes a blanket and wraps it around himself and his father as they sit on the couch. “Better?” 

"I--nnh--I've been put under a hex, Master Sparda, it's nothing, but just..very inconveniencing."

“He’s a grown man, not a child that you take his toys away and give him babysitters.”

“Terrifyingly weak? Possessing terrifying bodily functions? Sure, I suppose.”

@furvus-eques

"M-Master, I-- that's preposterous, you can't believe everything a faceless miscreant whispers to you.."