Micolash smells distinctly of rusting iron, cold sweat and library books. There's also a faint scent of something demonic if you get especially close or have a particularly keen nose. Also? Cat.

The line of questioning makes the caged scholar grimace in disgust. "Miserably so, yes. It's a. Sensitive subject. I consider returning to a human body made of wretched flesh and bone to be quite the step backward." Everyone treats him as though he's mad for saying so, but they don't know the visceral horror of abandoning such things as eating and sleeping and then being forced back into them.