"Hey..." Tavros bunches a little defensively in the seat of his wheelchair. "I'm still, me, okay? All trolls, um, start life as larvae. I think, I even told you that."

He's not as shocked by his appearance as others would be, once you got past the "OH GOD WHAT I'M SMALL AGAIN" that every brownie victim was having. But it sure does suck not having arms anymore, and he's still having a private moment of worry that Alex's laughter isn't helping. How the hell is he supposed to get around now?