For a moment the bunny just sat there on the tabletop near Wreath's hand, staring up at the man.

Wreath had said that he could see souls. So Erskine's soul had been distorted, not just his physical form? Or was the soul linked inextricably to the physical? To the point where warping one warped the other?

Better question: did it matter? Clearly Wreath was fascinated by the whole thing, but that's what came of talking to a necromancer. Or, well. Having a necromancer talk at him, anyway. Erskine didn't much care what shape his soul was in at the moment unless it would somehow tell them how to get him back to normal. Besides, once again, he couldn't answer Wreath anyway. Not unless he kept bopping Wreath's hand with his paw. Or... or gnawing at the cuff of the man's shirt.

Being small and cute wasn't just good for getting cuddles.