His gaze fell over the blanket that covered most of the mutations on your form. A sheen of sweat on what remained of your regular skin not covered in black veins and peeling chitin, hair slick and plastered to your face. He'd barely managed to keep you mostly subdued until Saddler was dead, then he'd carried you until he got to the extraction point where he'd sworn with his life that you weren't a threat

You needed a while. The Plagas would die on its own now that it's hive leader was out of the picture, right? You were the President's kid and he had refused to let his mission fail when there was still a chance that you'd come out normal at least in mentality if not in form. The Plagas had caused changes that had set in before he'd managed to get you hooked up to the machine that Luis had sent you both to find. The screaming wails of infected at the door of the lab had meant that since you'd thrown him into the machine first since he'd been all but passing out, by the time his Plagas was out, there was no time left for you to have yours removed. He'd brought you hissing and through fits of bleary infection induced violence (that he wasn't even sure you remembered) through the rest of his mission, Ada providing tranquilizers when she could, though she'd left with the sample just the same despite her assistance on keeping you alive

Your father hadn't been happy about your condition but had allowed you to be kept in a lab in hopes that it could be reversed. Leon sighed and rubbed his eyes as he listened to the beep of the monitors, startling upright when he heard you whine as you sat up "Hey." He watched your gaze fall to the blanket and the odd shapes under it, he doubted you'd been fully cognitive when you mutated and as such he hesitated to let you continue as you reached to lift the blanket. He spoke cautiously "You look a bit.. different alright? Nothing too terrible. Just a bit more...well I mean-" He trailed off with a shrug and sat back as he waited for you to see for yourself