Fear overcomes him as the monsther's shape begins to shift like that, shedding any pretense of being a thing that belongs in this reality, and Huaisang wonders if it really will eat him, if he only gave it the idea. He throws one hand up to hide his face, though he keeps the statuette where it is, fingers gripping so tightly that the tendons strain. He's determined not to drop it, fearful that doing so might really prompt the creature to eat him.

When things are quiet again, after that flare of heat and light, Huaisang peeks between his fingers, looking scared and puzzled as he sees a new form, strange and foreign but at least humanoid now. "Um?" he says, uncertain about how to proceed.