[ Why does he feel like he's being told he has a fat head? (He's not.) He does lower his head more and with great care, making it even easier to untangle his hair from these antlers of his. Would they shed if he turned into this form during the right part of the year? Deer shed their antlers, don't they? That's the point of all the decorations that've been strung up this month, right? ]

... I'm nowhere near as big as he is.

[ He's resigned when he agrees with her estimate, since even while he's obviously much larger than usual for his human build, he's definitely now more similar to Konoha's size instead of anything close to Gonta's. Maybe a bit taller.... okay, so a bit, not much, taller now, but not all that broad in either chest, and certainly more on the lithe side.

Dammit! He's finally "tall," and he still doesn't feel like he's particularly impressive! ]

How do you even... [ He lifts a hind hoof, then taps it back down since he can't see his feet anyway given where he decided to stop and support himself. ] Get things on?

[ Then, quieter, with his eyes aimed toward the floor and his chin tucking in toward his chest, freed hair sliding forward to hang down between them; ]

Thank you. For coming, I mean, and for helping.