"No," he answers honestly, because with everything having shifted so suddenly he does feel off balance, and wrong. Or perhaps he's afraid because of how easily it seems to have happened, too.

Regardless, when she offers a hand, he takes more than that - he steps close and ducks his head down, tucking himself against her front and hugging her, his ears twitching back to lay down against his head. Even just being close to someone soothes his nerves, making him sigh softly (even if he wrinkles his nose a little at the scent on her henley).

"I woke up and I was like this - like I am under Iris."