"You…" Ren voice was scarily rough. After a few breaths, he managed to say to Kestrel, "You go out first… and lock the door."
He felt his control slipping away and his energy fading. He was losing not only his physical strength but also control over his body, a situation he had never faced before.
Ren didn't know if he might do something horrible. He was scared that he would hurt the person nearby when he lost control, and even more scared that he would show some ugly form in front of her.
He was determined not to show her his embarrassing state. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him in such a sorry condition.
"Please leave, I beg you," he wanted to say, but sadly he found he couldn't talk normally.
His mouth opened and closed, producing only a few weak sounds from his throat. His voice was unrecognizable, scarily quiet, and his body felt like it was melting.
