Ouroboros Spine the limbed and headed machine of pain

the man whined, even with lómion’s attempt to seem smaller. his eyes wandered just as the boy’s; he caught them moving about. 
there had been a nervousness that initially clung to lómion’s chest. but as he looked at the man a second time — took in his shrunken form — he felt the claws release from his heart.
lómion felt… satisfaction. he did not know what to make of it in that moment.
don’t you like my mother’s ulaq? he spoke only to prevent himself from picking apart his own mind. it’s nice to sleep in at night. it’s very warm and my — my anaana she is very kind to you i’m sure. i don’t know why you’d want to leave —
oh, he’s rambled.
lómion bit his tongue and cleared his throat. sorry.