Tannusen almost wishes he was in his other form, right now. His grief would be so much less obvious, so much less blatant. He knows he's worrying Cassian, and that fact alone isn't helping, even as the smaller man tries so hard to help.

With the drug in his system gleefully shoving him down, as he's pretty sure it'd been meant to do from the start, there's not much to do about it but ride it out. Just hold on and endure and hope it tires him out enough to sleep the rest of it off.

Maybe talking about something... anything else... would help?

"It's my culture, Cass... circuses. Carnivales. I'm the one... I'm the only actual carnie on this world."

He'd had to go look. The tiger had been smart enough to not linger, once he'd realized it was fucking with his head, but by then it had clearly been too late.

"Been in three troupes, Cass. That one's fucked though. Big trap."