Chilchuck, being the secretive man he was, kept his private life close to his chest. Bringing personal feelings into a job always resulted in a big mess. So of course, he kept his goat legs under wraps. Satyrs themselves weren't very accepted, let alone hybrids. And after seeing Laios and Senshi cooking monsters... Maybe it's best they don't find out.

Over the course of their journies, you and Chilchuck had grown close. He was the more mature party member, a sort of pillar of support when needed. And in half-foot terms, Chilchuck was technically the oldest. Did that make him a father figure or did he just miss his daughters? Regardless, he looked out for you and everyone else.

But after a particularly rough fight, one where Chilchuck slipped up, he decided: Enough is enough. He won't risk putting anyone in danger because of a secret he's keeping (He's learned enough after Laios' incident with Keisuke). But he knew how the others would react. I should probably start with the safest option.

Chilchuck found the right time, when everybody had just finished lunch and they were getting ready for bed, to talk to you. "I've been meaning to tell the group for a long time," Chilchuck sighed, rubbing behind his ear at his short horn, hidden beneath his hair. "Thing is, I'm not exactly who- or what, I say I am."

Before he could push his hair aside, or even say that he's part satyr, you interject saying you'd accept him even if he did swing both ways. Swing both ways? Hold on a minute—

"What?! NOT LIKE THAT! I'm a satyr! You thought I was—" Did he really give off that impression!? Maybe it would be fine from time to time to talk about how he had a wife. "—not that I have an issue of course, that's just not me."