“KHLOOOORIIIIII!!!~”
Said troll winced. He only used that tone with her when he REALLY wanted something. “...Yes, Jestur?” she tentatively asked as he bounded over. “Can Ah ask ya fer a- H̸e̷e͏héeh̶e͏e- favor?”
“...That all depends.” her respond was flat. “Aww, Khlori, mah momma, mah mistress, love of mah life, it’s wit-” He coughed to suppress his laughter “It’s within yer abilities this time, Ah promise!”
“You have my attention.” Her interest was piqued, but she remained skeptical, gazing at him with a raised eyebrow. “Could, ya, ah...” the dragon paused, almost as if he was unsure of what he was about to ask. “Is it possible fer me to have mah form changed? Ahhaaaha, into a troll?”
Oh. So that’s why he looked to sheepish. He wasn’t wrong, she could do it, but... “Designing a new troll takes a bit more finesse than it does a creature.” And now he was looking at her , pouting and giving her The Look. The large eyes puppy look.
Khlori sighed, at at that point, Jestur knew he won. “It’ll take a few days. A week at most, and-” before she could finish, he picked her up into a hug. “Ah! Geez, warn me! You’ll keep your abilities, all of them if I can help it, but you’ll need to take potions to switch back and forth, and when you run low you NEED to tell me, okay?”
He only hugged her tighter, laughing and bouncing in place with pure glee. “Ya have mah word, Khlori! Aww man, aww, man, this is gunna be so mothahfuckin’ great!” Yeah, great. What the hell did she just agree to?