So, About That Funeral...

BASTIEN I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it As soon as he had her agreement Bastien headed to the back, knowing it was going to take him a while to get there with his newly shaking legs and stiff joints. Once he reached the room where he had once held the orgy of his dreams, he sat down heavily and exhaled, tried to gather his thoughts and work out how he was going to say any of what he had to. "Thank you for coming back here with me. I have...something to tell you, which might shock you, Signora." Now that he was alone with her it was hard to stop his identifying Italian to come out. Bastien reached up and pulled his hood back; revealing more of his face so that when he told her the truth she might have a better chance of recognising him. "Bastien is not dead. Forgive the lies, they are necessary." They weren't, really, but that was by the by. "Bastien...well. It is me, Rexanna, though you are the only one I would permit to see me in such a state. I have been cursed." He gestured to himself. It would be clear what the curse was. "But." He said, holding up a finger to pause anything she might want to say. "It is only for this season of Flowerbirth. I hope after you can erase this image from your mind and still find me beautiful after."