Kaytoo had woken up feeling...smaller. A lot smaller. And...warm? He had felt warmth before but only as a mechanical process, never exuding from himself before. He lifts his arm, and blinks. He’s never blinked before, and the action is strange--it almost distracts him from the fact that he had a human arm, an organic arm. Something rises in him, he feels his heart racing, his body having some sort of response that was prompting a medical droid to approach him and try to calm him. “You’re having a panic attack, please keep breathing.”
Breathing...he was breathing. Kaytoo became suddenly aware of his body, of his organic nature. Something was wrong, very, very wrong. He reaches up to touch his head, moving to the back of his neck where he felt something familiar, metal. His...memory core had been grafted into an organic body. He was suddenly feeling, a living, breathing thing. Terror was making him shake, until he saw a familiar face heading into the medical bay. “Cassian!”