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Unexpected Developments
((Lyla is now a buxom teen. Poor Kenley...))


Kenley
Before he was fully aware of what happened, Kenley's attention snapped back into the daylight with a sharp flinch. Had... He had fallen asleep, hadn't he? Dazed and confused, he scanned the area, taking note of what had most certainly not been all a horrid dream. In fact, with the way the stresses had piled up in a matter of moments, he was having a difficult time remembering everything that had happened. Or maybe that was the grogginess. He closed his eyes tightly, leaning his head back against the tree -- or just maybe it was this blasted headache, he couldn't remember it ever being this bad. Heck, he'd be just as happy to have blamed it on all of the above.

He didn't like it down here, in the grass. However, he felt fortunate that it was not near the clearing he tended to take root in. This section was a lot more secluded, and he was sure it would have been difficult to be spotted through the thick stretch of trees. It wasn't as hidden as it would have been in the trees, but it was still better than most options he had at his disposal. Unfortunately, despite the heavy covering, Kenley still felt as though much too much sunlight was able to filter through the canopies. Ugh, he hated morning sun...

As though stumbling through the dark, Kenley located one of Lyla's hands that had ensnared his shirt, making sure she hadn't moved since she had cried herself to sleep. Poor thing must have been beyond exhausted after all that... Then again, he wasn't quite sure how long he had been out; for all he knew, it had only been a few hours.

Taking a gamble on the sunlight, the silcoon checked on her to make sure she still seemed... more or less alright. Maybe check on the bandage. Instead of doing anything helpful he set out to do, however, he tensed up instead. And he thought things had gotten awkward before... "L-Lyla!?" his voice faltered, quiet but distressed. Crap, he hadn't meant to say anything, she was finally getting some restful sleep... but good gods, he hadn't expected her to evolve overnight, let alone like... like this! Whatever uneasiness and pain he was feeling before was hastily, and completely, overshadowed.

Lyla
Her brain was spinning out of control from all that had happened in such a short span of time. Between the fight with Llyr, to getting poisoned and almost dying, to finding Kenley and Llyr fighting!…and that knife… it had caused her to curl up closer to the warmth beneath her being used as a pillow and to cling on tighter with a low whimper in her sleep.

The furrow of her brow eased after a time, the tension leaving her as she fell into a more dreamless state though she didn’t relax her grip very much on the shirt she clung to, as if it were her only means of staying afloat in this turbulence she was experiencing. Still, something pulled at her…and it made her shift just a little closer to the source of warmth she was cuddled up to, a low, almost content sigh from her as she relaxed, and focused on what had drawn her attention.

A voice.

And not just any voice.

His voice.

Kenley really was there she realized and started to come out of her sleeping state with a low yawn. She was still sort of worn out, but that could also be to just waking up, or so she was hoping. One arm raised up and she rubbed carefully at one eye, aware of the bandage covering the wound on her face, and being mindful of it. With a soft groan she pushed herself up, realizing she’d fallen asleep clinging to Kenley and blushing a little at that.

She was unaware she’d evolved in the night, moments after the two of them had passed out from exhaustion. Unaware her clothing was now fitting her very poorly, and was doing a terrible job of hiding all it ought to be hiding. “Morning Kenley…” her voice was still rough with sleep, and she blinked a little trying to wake up fully as she stretched, a slight wince coming from her at the movements. She was stiff and sore. Though after being poisoned and all, then the night on the ground it was no wonder. With another slight stretch, Lyla realized her clothes were pulling funny, and idly adjusted her top as best she could thinking it was twisted and that was the source of her discomfort. No instead, the clothing she’d been wearing had split in multiple places, to allow room for the expansion of her body. In all areas.

Kenley
Despite any intentions to the situation otherwise, Kenley could observe but couldn't seem to enact. Check the bandage? Make sure Lyla didn't pull anything? Check for fever? Actually respond to her words? Nope. A headache and the effects of grogginess were easy enough targets for blame, but he might as well have been woken up by someone screaming bloody murder for how much the shock had kicked his consciousness. He only moved to sit further upright when Lyla had pulled herself away to stretch her shoulders -- pure reaction. It would have been nice for any other reaction to have kicked into gear in that amount of time, but at least there was some wiggle room for him to gather his wits about these circumstances.

That span of time, it seemed, was entirely necessary. It wasn't instantaneous for her voice to finally register to him, his fingers seizing onto his shirt where Lyla's had been and grabbing only fabric. It was enough for him to snap back to attention, that this was a thing. And that he should probably stop staring, before she noticed...

He wasn't quite sure whether he paled or went scarlet, all Kenley knew was that he was feeling the light touch of vertigo that was associated. "L-Lyla, you're... um, you're..." he tried to say. Failing to progress the thought any further, he defaulted to briefly pointing instead. Crap, why couldn't he just... do something about it, instead of sitting here looking foolish? What happened to that overlord mindset of authority?

Partially in response to the line of thought, the silcoon and blurted a quick, "I'm sorry!" He tried to avert his attention, attempting to seek some sort of solution through the fog of a frazzled mind. The loose threads of a workable idea were just a little too far out of reach when attention seemed transfixed on an image much more interesting...

Lyla
She was half watching Kelney, half looking around trying to make sense of how she’d come to get here. There was only a dim recollection of the day before, so out of it from the poison coursing through her body that it seemed as if it were some horrible nightmare. The ache in her face though, from that knife… that was a poignant reminder it hadn’t all been some horrid dream.

“I’m…what?” she was staring at him, staring at her, and trying to figure out why he was staring. She’d started to look where he gestured only to be stopped by his apologies. “Sorry for what?” she finally glanced down, and stilled a moment. “Wh…” she trailed off in confusion, and of all things lightly poked at her chest.

That was definitely hers. She could feel that…though why was her shirt ripped so weird….and why did she look like that there? She poked her new breasts a few more times, watching them sort of jiggle as she did, before her hand dropped and she realized that Kenley was staring…at her chest. Instead of being pissed though she gave a wry smile. “They’re something else aren’t they? Wow…” there was another poke…another jiggle before he hands dropped. “Guess I need new clothes…geez…”

Carefully she pushed herself up from where she’d been sitting, her pants not having fared much better. They were tighter in the waist and legs, and certainly smaller, though they hadn’t ripped as badly as her shirt had. “I only remember a little of what happened yesterday…but I know I have you to thank for being alive.” She was looking down at him with a warm smile as she spoke, before looking down at herself again. “This is sorta weird from what I can see.” She was trying to look behind herself for any other changes as well.

Kenley
Despite how hard-hitting and traumatic the day before had been, it had never entered Kenley's mind as to how much Lyla wouldn't have been able to recall. Even though he could clearly remember how dazed she had been, and how much effort it took to make sure she was emotionally alright without freaking out himself, there were just one too many things at stake, and only the present really mattered. At least, that's what it felt like, especially considering the silcoon couldn't seem to shift his attention elsewhere. Now was time for a different flavor of panic.

It seemed to be a little easier for him to regain his senses when Lyla started speaking less wearily, as the pieces began falling into place, but it was still difficult to wrest the words free. He was glad he didn't seem to need to before she found the answers on her own, as well as the fact she didn't seem to relate the apology to the fact he was staring, but wasn't entirely sure the alternative was any better. He tensed as she started poking and prodding herself, snapping a quick, "H-Hey, stop that! Don't do that!" What little comfort he had in his temperamental attitude seemed to be the only thing that was helping him keep his composure. Let her think he meant that she'd only hurt herself again.

As Lyla stood, Kenley made more of an effort not to look at her -- kind of difficult when he was intent on helping her. So distracting... With an irritated sigh, he tugged a bit at his own shirt, pushing the panic back where the headache seemed to be stored, "Don't move around so much, you're practically falling out. I don't know, maybe I can have you wear my shirt instead?" He stopped himself there, releasing his grip and trying to find an alternate solution. Not only was his shirt likely... big enough, or have the ability to accommodate the extra limbs and wings, but he somehow that would only make matters worse. "You don't... happen to have spare clothes at your camp, do you?" he hazarded. This was so many levels of awkward, it felt like it fell off the scale.

Lyla
She was more than a little puzzled over what had happened the day before, she had fuzzy snippets of memory but nothing she could fully or easily string together into a coherent memory of the events the day before. The last clear memory she had was running into Llyr in the woods and them arguing. Everything past that was a blur of emotions, and confusion for her.

It was that snapping tone that made her stop her poking, finger still depressing the visible flesh, and she raising her eyes curiously at him wondering what exactly she was doing wrong that had him yelling at her. Though she was quickly aware of the ache in her face, and other places and let her hand drop. Maybe it was best she stop moving so much, she was sort of sore.

“Of course I do…but…I don’t think they’ll fit me.” She was realizing she was sort of straining the limits of her clothing at this point and frowned a little. Her pants she’d been wearing tore slightly as she moved, making it easier on herself, so that was helpful. “Maybe I can make something, because I don’t think your shirt’ll fit me either.” No, she was pretty sure it wouldn’t. One hand reached up to rub her face and there was a wince from her as she brushed against the string shot covered cut on her face. Oh right…..Llyr cut me… she frowned as she recalled, before she was settling her attention back on Kenley, eyes wide. “You’re okay right? He didn’t hurt you? You were both fighting…and the knife…” she was invading his personal space in a bad way, her hands running over his chest and arms lightly, as if checking for injuries. Or a lack there of!

Kenley
Despite all the concentrated confusion, fear, misplaced anger, frustrations... Lyla's dazed and oblivious reaction to her new appearance made her that much more adorable, lending to the link to the ledyba she was. She was still the same person, no matter the disparate way she now looked. So, if that was so obvious to him, why did these thoughts not connect to Kenley? Why treat her any differently? It... had to be the exposure. It was improper, right? That had to be it.

He turned away slightly, so as to lessen the weight of embarrassment on the both of them, even if Lyla didn't seem to recognize it yet. She just woke up from quite an ordeal, so he didn't question why she apparently couldn't hold still to keep the remaining, taught threads of her outfit from snapping free in places. However, she seemed to be able to think on her feet as long as it was one problem at a time, and that was enough of a blessing for now, at least. "I was afraid of that..." he sighed, trying to think of some other place they might be able to grab some larger clothes from. It wasn't often that delivery trucks came through the road outside of the forest's perimeter, and that was the only place he had really managed to snag something decent. This was... a little bit more of an emergency than something like that would have allowed... He perked some at her suggestion of making something, and he had to keep himself from snagging another look at her as he returned his attention back, "But make something out of what? Do you have anything at your disposal like that? I don't know, a knapsack or something?" Then again, he wasn't sure if he wanted to relive all that again, should he offer her another poisoned needle to work on something like that...

However, as Lyla turned towards a more concerned outlook on Kenley's own well-being, that initial shock he had first felt soon returned, her hands scanning for injury by touch. Again, his body stiffened, but could not be attributed to the fact that he didn't want to wake her up this time. He held his breath as his heart began racing, for a moment frozen in place until he was aware that these symptoms would not have been self-contained to his own awareness with her touch where it was placed. In a panic, he tilted himself away from her, swatting away her hands lightly. "N-No, it's--- I'm fine, I'm fine!" he lied, much too preoccupied with other things than himself at present. For once. Regardless, he knew Lyla's condition was immensely more dire, and not merely from a clothing standpoint, he just had to stay focused on... well, things he could actually understand. The strange fixation was not one of those things, and neither was the apprehension now that the danger seemed to have subsided. "Look, we'll... do something about your... um, wardrobe malfunction, and then I'll check your cut, okay?" he attempted to persuade. As much as he really liked the attention, this was a line he felt he really needed to draw.

Lyla
“I’m really glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if you were hurt by him or something.” She was still pressed close, checking him over visually, before she was pulling away, a nod given at the plans he was setting out as far as she was concerned. It seemed like a good way to go about it all actually, so there was not a single complaint from her.

She heaved a deep sigh of regret at the fact she didn’t have clothes to change into. Deep enough that her top gave way pretty much instantly, the front splitting the rest of the way it’d been starting from her rapid growth over night. that caused the Ledian to turn pink, she knew she should be covered, and she crossed a set of arms over her chest to keep covered, the other two scrambling to pull off the remnants of fabric to try covering with as well.

“I have blankets at my camp.....could maybe cut it down a little, I don’t know. I’d say use string shot again, and I can try to make something from it and what I have left of my shirt, but I don’t know if that’ll work…though maybe if we add in some leaves…” she was trying to think quickly, because she couldn’t go around with her arms crossed forever!

Kenley
Kenley waited a moment once Lyla pulled away from checking him over before he sat himself back more comfortably upright. She didn't look it, but he couldn't be sure if she got more information from that reaction, internal or external, than he wanted to give. Regardless, her relief over the fact that he didn't seem to be injured made him reconsider the situation. She really was only trying to help, and was concerned... he knew he shouldn't be dwelling on things outside the scope of the conversation, even if, well... it was in immediate view. Dire straits first.

Unfortunately, the sentiment seemed to be too little, too late. He knew what that sound likely meant, but reaction times and registering what he knew were two frames of mind that were not aligned properly. Why the hell did he turn to look? Stupidity was a risk all its own, but at least he didn't seem to be the only one embarrassed about it anymore -- or was that a worse problem? Never mind that it could have easily been blamed on nerves from the encounter earlier, action against sudden noise, but he knew better. Probably. "I-I told you not to move so much!" the silcoon snapped, averting attention just as suddenly as he had turned it back. Pale complexion be cursed...

He fumbled a bit with the idea, but Lyla's suggestion of using string shot got him more focused on actually doing something to help, something he was grateful for at that point. Never mind he still didn't really know how she was going to use the string shot without a needle, that was beside the fact, "Oh, right right, I'll, ah, get on that." He was kind of glad that she moved to cover herself in the meantime, considering he felt he had to double check with her to make sure she wasn't angry. Cautiously, he turned back toward her, spinning enough of the shot to preoccupy a fidgety mind. "So, how much... How are we--?" he started, cutting himself off abruptly. Too much distraction, maybe, but she knew what he was trying to say, right? Kenley glanced around, figuring how much could be used that was at ground level, but who really knew how long some of this had been down here? "Maybe... some of the leaves that are still on the tree," he suggested, making a face.

Lyla
She was unhappy about this turn of events with her top, but really looking down at what she was attempting to cover, she could see why the material had given way. She wasn’t exactly small anymore. Certainly larger than the material meant for a flat chested child!

“Lets see that…” she reached with a free hand for the length of String Shot with a thanks, and turned her back for a couple minutes. The top had been pulled back on properly, and with some work she was managing to sort of weave the two sides together. “Some fresh leaves….” She looked around them, then up. She didn’t think she could climb and she was wondering if he’d be able to. “I’ll try with what’s here for now…” she was reaching and grabbing the fresher, greener leaved, and began to weave them in as well, using them to sort of hide the split in the material, to hide skin that couldn’t be hidden by material and String Shot.

It would have to do for now, and she would have to be careful of how she moved for awhile, but for now, it would have to do until she could get to her camp and get her things, a blanket and make it into something to wear easier. “I think for now…this will work. If I’m careful not to move too fast and make it all tear.” It was fragile to say the least but at least she was covered as she should have been!

“I think I’ll need leaves from up there though if this is going to be more stable. Or a blanket from my camp site. But for the moment…you said something about checking my cut right?” she was looking back towards him, and sat still then. “I’ll sit still so you can tell me how bad it looks.” She doubted it miraculously healed up overnight despite her apparently evolving. Still a small part of her hoped it had at least closed up some.

Kenley
Kenley hadn't very well been paying much attention to how much String he was spinning until Lyla requested it, attention snapped back to the matter at hand instead of trying to consciously forget about the lingering problems. He gave it to her with little delay, which only led to the realization that he had nothing left to do with his time until she finished, or otherwise discovered another problem. Making sure she didn't need any help as she turned away, he noted that she didn't ask him to see if he could get any of the foliage from higher in the tree for her while she was otherwise occupied.

He leaned over a bit to make sure she was doing alright before asking, but she was able to answer the unvocalized question before it was asked. No he wasn't going to make things any more uncomfortable than they already were. At least, on purpose. Sitting himself upright again, he nodded in regards to her question, shrugging off the dizziness that kept hovering just the slightest bit outside his immediate perception, "Mn, yeah, I'm not sure how well I got it tied off last night." It seemed like these strange growth spurts tended to heal injuries to a degree, but he didn't know how well that degree was defined. "Just hold still, I'll try to be careful but you let me know if it hurts," he instructed before loosening the makeshift bandaging. Irritated, he noted his hands were still shaking a bit, but to a far lesser degree than last night, and no longer out of fear. At least all this dried blood could be washed off...

With no surprise, the bandaging stuck a bit with the clotting of blood acting as a poor excuse for glue -- nevertheless, he knew to tread lightly. "We... might be able to get this off better with some water," he concluded, though not before he inched the String Shot away, looking around the site of the wound, "It looks like it stopped bleeding, but I'm not sure what it looks like other than that." There was little hope it would leave anything less than a scar, but at least that was better than Kenley had been fearing last night.

Pulling away, he looked around for the water container he had been using earlier. Sliding it from where it rested on the ground, he sighed as he tapped its hollow body against the trunk of the tree, "Figures; it's empty. If you wait right there, I can grab some more--" He blinked, and sharply cut off the train of thought off there. Yeah, no, that was probably a very bad idea, especially with how tentative a hold her shirt had on her, among other things. Or maybe Lyla would be in enough control of it to do that much, who really knew? Frowning slightly, indecisive, he offered the choice to her, "Well... I suppose we could try getting something more stable for you there, with the clothes, or we could try the river, or..?" Was there another option he had been considering? Gah, if only he could stop getting so distracted!

Lyla
“I can get some water, I’m thirsty anyhow, so it’ll be quicker for me to get it than to wait.” She also wanted to wash up a little, so it’d accomplish a lot at once. Plus, away from him she could ease up the pressure in her bladder as well. So honestly, it just worked out in the end.

She reached for the canteen and did head towards where she knew the river was, and first found a secluded area to relieve herself before her hands were washed in the water trying to get a look at her reflection in the running water and failing. First she cupped water out to drink, then filled the container… then took the opportunity to wet the make shift bandage to loosen it a bit. It finally peeled away, and she felt a slight trickle down her cheek but it was cold more than warm and figured it was more water. Carefully touching her cheek proved it was.

With a sigh of relief she carefully washed her face and headed back to Kenley. Her face didn’t really hurt now, so that was a plus. It ached some, but it felt like it had healed over well. The biggest issue was her lack of clothes, and in a bit she’d weave together something better. Or attempt to at least. She moved back to where she’d left the Silcoon teen, canteen held out. “I got the bandage off, and washed my face clean. You should be able to see easier now.” She settled on the ground by him then, turned so he could examine her cheek with ease.

Kenley
Truth be told, Kenley could feel a wash of relief as Lyla agreed that it would be better for her to go get the water. As worried as he might have been for her, his familiar sense of ego was starting to creep back up on him. He knew he was acting foolish, so maybe this will give him the necessary breathing space to get his head together. With a nod, he agreed, only adding to the sentiment when she was already taking off, "Be careful with that! I can only make so much of it!" Not that she wouldn't... she didn't like being any more exposed than she was, after all. His normal barbed comebacks that he always seemed to have at the ready seemed dull lately by comparison...

He took a breath, assured his grogginess was probably not helping matters keeping his composure either. If he wasn't so sure Lyla had done such a good number on Llyr, he might have feared a return visit, but he figured one Comet Punch would have kept him away for a while. His attention slid back to his hands, the fingers still noticeably twitchy. Still noticeably covered in blood. He held his breath and pulled his hands out of sight again, one hand wringing the other's wrist with nervous energy. It could have gone so, so much worse. It was already worse than Kenley had wanted it to be. Maybe luck was quickly dwindling. How many of these close calls had he dodged the bullet? How many had they had..?

The teen shook his head; maybe the breathing room had been the worse option after all. He almost couldn't breathe and the pressure on his head felt as though something worse were just looming over the entire area. Reaching for the trunk of the tree, Kenley pulled himself up, trying to distance himself from everything. His head was spinning, and he could barely keep himself upright as it was. Closing his eyes, he settled himself back down. He had wanted to try to get some of the leaves up higher in the tree, to help with Lyla's garb, but that didn't seem to be happening. Maybe he would actually have better luck there when she returned... couldn't hurt to try, as strange an idea as it was.

Kenley was quickly back to the ready when he heard the ledian's footsteps approaching, and his attention rested to the injury that was no longer obscured by the makeshift bandage. He snatched the canteen, pulling it back to rest at his opposite side as Lyla returned to where she had vacated. Reaching over, he brushed a thumb lightly against a tapered end of the cut, examining the extent. He frowned slightly, moved his head a bit to get a different angle, and then glanced back to her, "Does that hurt at all?" It looked like it was sealed, but his suspicions seemed to be correct, "It's going to scar. But... it looks fine otherwise."

He pulled back, now more concerned about her mental state, but didn't press the issue. No need to put everything on the table at once... The silcoon-boy glanced once more to the canopy, and then to the surrounding ground floor, "So how much do you think we can find down here for your outfit before we have to resort to tree-climbing?"