Iramaat gives his shoulder a sympathetic pat, eyes examining his face for a hint of something that might betray more emotion. She honestly does feel for him; she's learned to be more empathetic over her time here and she senses something of a kindred spirit in him.

"Nothing wrong with over-indulging if it keeps you sane," she replies and then goes silent for a moment to listen. She half regrets asking the question, but she thought it a necessary one. She knows the changes were hard for her. Her brow creases in a slight frown.

"Yes... it's always different like that. I used to have proper wood horns, you know, before they fell out and got replaced with these-" She gestures at her antlers, "...the ache probably means you'll be getting different legs soon enough."

She glances down at her hooves. She misses boots. After a moment she reaches out to take his hand and give it a firm squeeze with her own.

"I'm sorry for all this, Julian. Honestly, I am. It's never easy... but it will be over with sooner rather than later, if it's any consolation."