[Unfortunately, Martin gets to find out the hard way that this does in fact hurt. It feels like the knife is in him directly, and his first instinct is to grab at his own stomach, which... works more than he thinks. As the sealskin begins to open, it stops looking like a plump animal and deflates like a balloon, seeming almost to cough up a person underneath. Once the cut is up to the head, the skin all but falls off to the side looking like a couch cushion, and instead is replaced by... just a guy, actually.
He doesn't look like he should have fit in there, by any means- Martin himself is a solid 6 feet and portly to boot, but here he is where the seal decidedly was less than a minute ago. He's splayed out, covered in blood, and looks very, very disoriented, but he's got just about enough wherewithall to adjust his (way too smudged to see though) glasses and look up at Caduceus.]
I'm-- I, t-thank you, I'm--
[He means to say something else-- apologies, or trying to explain, who knows-- but instead devolves into a coughing fit where his body tries to remember what lungs are his. He'll be good to explain more in a moment... probably.]
cw: even more animal harm and a little body horror
He doesn't look like he should have fit in there, by any means- Martin himself is a solid 6 feet and portly to boot, but here he is where the seal decidedly was less than a minute ago. He's splayed out, covered in blood, and looks very, very disoriented, but he's got just about enough wherewithall to adjust his (way too smudged to see though) glasses and look up at Caduceus.]
I'm-- I, t-thank you, I'm--
[He means to say something else-- apologies, or trying to explain, who knows-- but instead devolves into a coughing fit where his body tries to remember what lungs are his. He'll be good to explain more in a moment... probably.]