"Yeah," he says, expression resettling into something conflicted. "Good. That's - better."

He scrabbles for a means to redirect the conversation, away from the hefty, uncomfortable weight of the topic he doesn't want to broach.

"You're probably more powerful like this, anyway." He nods at her, trying to will nonchalance into his form's posture. "The Rift seems to be, uh, actively suppressing most of what I should be capable of."