The appearance that Crux currently wore was that of a tall masculine figure, with bulging biceps and a bushy mustache. It wasn't a form they particularly
enjoyed, but it was one that was necessary for the moment. They needed to be strong, strong enough to carry the celestial female who insisted that she could walk no further, her feet were too sore.
Irali would have preferred to be riding in a litter, but she didn't have enough companions for that. Besides, she doubted that any of them would have agreed to carry her, aside from the changeling who begrudgingly owed her their life. For now, she would have to be content with riding piggyback style on Crux's back.
"Sorry," the changeling panted.
"This one is heavier than she looks.""Hey!" Irali swatted their shoulder, earning her a hiss and a glare.