[Wrathion's shard has not been obfuscated in the least, set in the hollow of his throat (far lower on a dragon than a human, it seems); a cabochon the same burning red as his eyes. He can't think of a graceful way to support Claude for now, so he just cranes his head to look at the man.]

I suspect it's similar to my own malaise. Normally I'd take a human form, but I can't seem to call it at the moment.

[Normally, if Wrathion has no reason to frighten others, he generally won't, but he can't shift right now. There's some prudence in keeping to his normal form, but he's fairly sure if he calls after the fled researcher, he'll just terrify the man again. Which will get them precisely nowhere.]