Ricard continues to clean himself off, eventing finding some satisfaction with the work he's done. His head was pounding at this point, like some pressure was trying to split his head open.
He crawled over to the bed Riko had made for him before, sitting himself up on the edge. God, his nose was itchy too, what kind of trait was he inheriting from the fox woman? He tried to resist, rubbing his nose constantly whilst also trying to keep quiet through the night.
He seems be having some kind of crisis. Well that's not good. Looks fine over here, is it some kind of glandular problem? I think he just needs to sneeze, what's the worst that could happen? Physically, he should be fine, at least no worse than usual. Okay, sneeze it is.
"ACH— RAAAAWK!"
Just as Ricard gives in and finally sneezes, his whole body starts to contort at a rapid pace, his own undergarments meld and disappear into... feathers? When he opens his eyes, everything feels so big... why did he hunger for baubles all of a sudden? Well that's definitely not good. What do you mean? We still have our wings... wait no, where's his arms? And we have talons? You turned him into a bird, didn't you?
The realization sunk in as the crow shuffled around and looked at itself, it had indeed turned from a man into a bird. Panic took over quickly and the crow jumped from the bed and hopped around the room, flapping it's wings uselessly as if it were just a hatchling. Squawking and jumping and flapping around, the noise of a panicked bird filled the bedroom.