Mhin's skin is slick with sweat, their foot tapping out a rhythm on the floorboards of the Wet Wick. They saw Kuras at his clinic earlier in the day, who reassured them that they were unlikely to transform any time soon, but dread still roils in their stomach. And then the last person they wanted to see walks in... you. They don't hate you, quite the opposite, but they're terrified of what they could do to you, even if you're both cursed. They don't register your greeting at first.