As Estinien returns, it is only to a tattered facsimile of his old self. Gone are all the elements of himself he'd managed to regain since his rebirth. As his transformation fades, his scaley armor, horns, and tail leaving him, all that's left is blinding porcelain skin and feathered wings that curl about him as he falls.

His strength is gone, after all. He doesn't have anything left to keep his defenses raised. Even his mind feels exposed, filled with holes and cracks. In those initial moments, he can barely remember why he is in the state he is, or why he seemed to be an entirely different creature for the several moments preceding this. Who is he, really?

His slitted pupils have returned as least, his eyes wide and staring into nothing as he wretches, shaking like a man on the verge of completely losing his mind. He makes a woeful sound, trying to hold together the fragmented parts of his identity.