Watching with more than a little interest as Jaku's trunk ripples around Kellus' body again, pulling it even deeper, Azlant laughs softly at Jaku's comment.<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, don't worry about being gentle with him.  After what you just put him through, he likely won't be able to feel anything 'gentle' for a while."</span>Flitting back up into the air, Azlant begins to lazily circle the room.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Trust me, you aren't the first to comment on my appearance.  In truth, it's Kellus' fault, so to speak.  A fury's form, if it has one, is determined subconsciously by their wielder.  I don't know if you noticed earlier, but that's why they each have different shapes; they correspond to what Kellus instinctively thinks of when he envisions that element.  In my case, it was slightly more complicated, but the underlying concept is the same: as a spirit, I didn't have a true shape or appearance before I was bound to him, so his will literally gave me form."</span><br/><br/>When Jaku mentions coiling together, Azlant almost seems to pause in midair, before circling closer.<span style="font-style: italic">"And once again you surprise me with something I've never heard before.  Although, if you truly wish to, we might as well do this properly..."</span>As it draws closer, the same streams of light burst from its form again.  As they spin around it, Azlant reforms in their wake, but much larger in size until it's close to Jaku's size.  Landing near her, Azlant wastes no time in wrapping its wings around Jaku's upper body while twining their lower halves into a spiral, each wrapped thoroughly around the other.