You are beautiful no matter how you appear, my dearest Myrobalan. [that's a deeper sentiment than outward looks could ever express, after all. Everett is too adoring, too head-over-heels with his infatuation for Myr to think anything less of him because of how he looks. Such a macabre and elegant transformation just happens to suit his outward tastes, as well, finding it more than a little charming.

His bonded gets the closest thing to a kiss Everett can give, like this. A little lap of his tongue to that skull. Being a rat is odd, but he'll make it work while he must]

Well as can be. Though I am curious over the mists effects, I primarily stayed to my cottage. There was too much chaos about the city for me to go seeking trouble. I worried for you, when I felt your panic in the bond... [a hug around Myr's neck, nuzzling him further, there's some regret there, if it's more relief]

I could not be more sorry, that I did not go in search of you. When this is through, we must renew out bond, it feels dampened and faded... I long for it's strength to return between us.