"Avian," Julien echoes, his voice a little odd, pupils suddenly wide as he frowns. It takes just a moment - bird, that's what that means. Bird. That sort of makes sense-

-bird. Animal. If he's turning into a - He feels cold. What would- no. Julien's pupils contract to pinpricks fast enough that his irises seem to flash. No, he's not turning into a bird, that's ridiculous. Of course not. Of course not.

Before he speaks he checks that his voice is human, and measured. It is. His pupils stay as they are, though there's a rapid horizontal blink. "So the other me is kind of birdlike. Okay."