"Yeah, you look--" ...Nah, even if he knew it was possible from the short one, somehow 'healthy' didn't feel like the right choice of words for a walking skeleton. "...it all looks good." What was there, anyway. "Especially the scarf."

But the talk of the egg was something Chesnaught knew a little bit more about. "--And it feels super important, right? That's your egg! We all get one when we arrive. Mine hatched not too long ago, see?"

An arm reached back and tipped that big, spiked shell on his back just enough to reveal a sizeable, pale cocoon hanging from its interior.

"...But yours does look a little different. It's all rocky. Mine was... squshy."