"I knowww," he whines. "But if you had any idea how much I'd sacrificed, how much I've lost with so little to show for it..." He huffs another petulant sigh. Micolash must not want to get into it lest it become salt in the wounds, because he's quick to move onto the other subject.

"The limbs are formed and conjured from my flesh as conduit and material. But they are the blessing of Ebrietas and her augur." He fidgets, fingers scratching at the material of his trousers where his arms are still wrapped around them. Looks at Adia sidelong, face still turned away in embarrassment.

"...Do you want to see?"

Yeah, Adia, do you wanna see a strange man's tentacles?