Twelve is silent for several long, long moments before releasing Gyre. All the claws that were gripping him release, and she stands upright once again behind him. By the time he turns to see her, she's already returned to a more manageable form. Her arms have folded away, her huge neck has hidden... somewhere? She's mostly bipedal, but with all the fabrics dangling off of her form it's almost impossible to see what she's standing on. She looks like she's wearing a massive dress made up of individual layers of fabric where there could be anything hidden beneath. The only thing that is visible is the tip of a tail that, if the size is any indication, is massive hidden beneath.

Especially since since nearly ten feet tall. She is huge. There are only two sets of arms still visible above the fabrics. The first set is folded at her front, fingers wrapped around her forearms with huge claws visible. The other set is down at her sides, two claws of her left hand idly 'tack'ing together rhythmically.

Once again, her massive maw opens slightly and steam pours from it like she's hiding dry ice in her mouth.

"Gyre. Friend?" She questions with a voice that feels like a whisper. It's like she's beside him, whispering in his ear, but she's so far up that there's no way. How is her voice doing that?

"Yeah he's alright." Five answers, shrugging as she finally relaxes.