Hm. Yes, better to change the subject than dwell on the topic of lying in bed and weeping. Jin Zixuan can't quite relate-- he's filled with more impotent rage than outright despair-- but he would rather not touch that line of thinking if he can avoid it.

He straightens somewhat, frowning. "The physical changes are annoying enough. I had to learn how to adjust my grip when wielding the weapons I am used to. And I still haven't quite gotten used to this new method of flying." He would much rather just hop on top of his sword and take off the way he used to. Flapping his arms is much more tiring.

"It is the... hm... the psychological changes that are perhaps the most annoying. My transformation has come with the undeniable instinct to build a nest."

He'd resisted the idea of calling it a nest for as long as he could, but in the end that, too, is undeniable.