Elias flinched as a dull ache flared across his forearm, a wound from an unforeseen shift coming back to haunt him. It wouldn’t be the first one, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. "Damn it…" he muttered, tugging at his sleeve, the sight probably as gruesome as the pain.
If anyone were to ask how it ended up there, he wouldn’t be able to explain. Most of his transformations came with a blur of lost memories. Where he had been, who he had encountered. The only way for him to know was by... this.
"Don’t laugh, but… I could use some help here," he said, holding out his arm, and doing his best to keep a grin in place that masked any real concern. It was just how he coped. "Who would’ve thought a full moon could come with… unexpected consequences? And no, this one isn’t contagious."