Tomerry sat in a Warp Train compartment. At this point, flesh has covered the walls, and the innocent and childish townsperson was mentally recouping from their time in the Library. Small amounts of light were able to pierce through the meat clinging to the wall, allowing all of both their head’s eyes to put their eyes on you as you enter. “Wow! You don’t look like a meat lump? What’re you? Can I fold you?” Their combined fleshy mass was disturbing to look at, eyes and arms flailing gently.