[ it feels a little different now, of course, but Erwin's hand on his arm still floods him with relief. it's not that he was worried the person (rabbit person?) in front of him was no longer really Erwin, but a complete metamorphosis like this could have changed something emotionally as well, couldn't it?

well, who knows. he has absolutely no idea. all that matters right now is that Erwin isn't in excruciating pain anymore and he needs to eat. ]

I can just... I'll steal something. Find some humans and take some of their shit. These witches aren't gonna have anything.

[ maybe easier said than done, but he's not worried about it at all. he'll do whatever needs to be done. ]