[A hand kept on one of the pups, letting the others do as they pleased in tis little gathering they'd probably tired themselves out soon enough.]

Once the darkness of the new moon hit? It was easier than it should be, and I don't doubt that's partially due to something with my condition as well. [That lingering corruption. The clawing itch he could still feel.

It was starting to fade now at least.]

It's like pulling on fear, those awful thoughts, everything you feel like a nightmare would be for yourself. Hard for some people to do I imagine- felt cold enough it actually burned.