Each scrub, a gentle soft notion, quickly began to make his fur less grey. Less matted. He purred and enjoyed the pampering but he knew deep down, not to get used to it. He just couldn't do that! Oh how he wanted to just shift... But his body screamed at him to stay this way.. just for a little longer. When she got to his back paws he moved and lifted his legs. Giving her some leeway as he shook his head "no". Sure it hurt but it was the wounds he had. Not her. Maybe some time during g the night he could shift? Curl up as a human? Then get up before everyone and turn back? Just so he could stretch. That was an idea but for now he had to enjoy the help.