Sainav couldn't help but feel bad looking at that many people with blue ears, hair turning into roots, and... Butterflies. The sight of skin-butterflies being formed and fluttering away made him nauseous, and a tear flowed from his left eye. It was horrible.
- Thankfully, the condition seems to be only external. At least, she didn't cough up any butterflies yet. - the man continued explaining, but Sainav couldn't listen. This day was horrible as is, and his emotions were at skin's surface as much as the butterfly-flakes were.
He approached the girl, barely awake, probably magically sedated, face and voice in shock and fear. - What the... Does she feel pain from this?