"Great. Awesome," Julien says, more flatly and hesitantly than is his usual. The skeleton hadn't shown a lot of industry in his experience, but stop. Stop. Don't be like that. He shouldn't take it personally, however much he wants to.

He closes his eyes, inhales and exhales deeply, and just goes on and bites the bullet.

"Do you... not remember me? I mean, I looked pretty different. A lot bigger. More teeth." Maybe that's not clear enough. Julien's looking away, now, uncharacteristically, but a spectral eye forms floating by his elbow so he can still see. He'd better make it unmistakeable. "Fluffier, blood all over my face by the end... hah, I still have some concussion going on, actually, but my skull's back in one piece and my eye's reformed now. The good thing about a healing factor. So, I'm on the mend."

He has no idea how both of his bodies got made into the daspletosaurus, but the damage all ended up with his bird one. Along with the poisoning.