As Jovan slid an arm around him, Lys threw a grateful look to the boy. "I'll be alright. It's just...her magic doesn't work well with me." He shook his head, trying to chase away the lingering ache. "I can tell it's her. She feels the same as Inumisha, the voice matches. She's gotta change back somehow, her telepathy is giving me a headache. Demon magic hurts... me." He'd changed track mid-sentence, inwardly cringing at how close he was getting to the topic of what he was.
Lysael heard her loud and clear this time. Unfortunately. Demon's magic, like telepathy, did not do well with unicorns. He grabbed Jovan's shoulder, trying to keep himself upright. If the first time had been like being yelled at from far away, this time was like being screamed at by someone standing right in front of him. Comprehension came easily, but the force of the magic was so much greater. His head hurt, like having a bad headache.
"Inu, please stop...you're hurting me." The last bit came out more as a whimper than anything else, and Lysael did not care, so long as she stopped and found another way to communicate. It might have been easier if he just said he was a unicorn, and demon magic, any kind of demon magic, hurt. But then they'd ask why he didn't have a horn. 'I killed a man with it, and it broke.' Yeah. That'd go over well.
So Lys settled for leaning on Jovan's shoulder and waiting for the world to stop tilting and spinning. Might help if he told Mara what Inumisha needed. Then she'd be back to talking normally, and not giving him a headache that made him want to just lay down and sleep until his vision uncrossed. Ugh. "Mara...She needs clothes. And somewhere private to change." Yes, far away from him, because Light knew, Lys never wanted to see a naked body again, no matter how long he lived.
Mara nodded. "Alright. I'm sure we can borrow a room when we find an inn to stop for breakfast at. I've got a few extra dresses in my pack." She glanced at Inumisha. "I'm pretty sure we're about the same size."