[internal pathetic noises.]

No. He's just talking with the other grownups.

[the futon probably smells comfortingly familiar, somehow...]

... I'm sorry. You really don't have to hide. I-

[unclench and try to make the child less terrified dude

breathes out and lets his cloudhymn drop, horns and tail and hair bubbling free from magical hiding.

he has at least taken to wearing clothes that can adjust for his tail without issue, thank fuck.]

See?