At her question, he shook his head slightly. 'No. It's never painful for most, uncomfortable maybe but not painful. You're the first one I've met where you actually feel something like that during the shift...' Mason had not encountered too many of his kind, but he met enough to know that it would never hurt like that. It sounded as her body was being ripped apart entirely during the whole process. Just the thought of going through that gave his stomach a turn for the worst. Shifting was never pleasant, how could it be? You were taking the anatomy of a human who's structure was so much different than an animals and forcing it to grow or shrink and then to go back again. But there was always a part of his mind or nerves, he wasn't sure, that blocked that sort of pain. Maybe she was lacking that? It was hard to tell, he had only known her for a short time. But he knew enough that he felt himself drawn to her. If it wasn't for that feeling, he wouldn't have come back when she had followed the first time.
At the snap of her voice, Mason drew into himself a little bit. He stood up and turned away from her, walking a few steps toward the door they had come through earlier. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, but not lacking any strength to it. 'I haven't done much human interaction for the past four or five months, so my bad if I do human things.' In all honesty, he couldn't remember the last time he spoke more than five words to someone in the past year or so. Ever since he had left his home town, there was no reason to talk to people unless absolutely needed. It was just so much easier to go as a canine and do things that way. He could hear her shift around behind him, and he glanced back to see that she had rose into a standing position. She was a little wobbly on her legs, but they held firm beneath her. He felt her gaze drag over him when she spoke, and all of a sudden he was very self aware of just how horrible he must have looked. Suddenly his hair on top of his head and on his face felt too long and too dirty. His clothes must have been a sight as well. Holes peppered in random places, old and stained. Shoes that were slightly too big and looked like they would fall apart any moment. And he could physically smell himself. It wasn't something he would have payed much attention to in the past, but now he was all aware of it.
Either way, he shook his head to answer her question. 'I don't know what's wrong with you. I don't even know if there is someone out there that would be able to tell you what's going on.' He rattled his mind for anything that could be of help. But nothing came to. The only thing he could think that would possibly help would be to visit some other shifters, maybe they would have some insight as to what she was going through. She couldn't be the only one. At the mention of him having all the power, he couldn't help as a laugh forced it's way out of his chest. His laugh was deep and hearty, so much so that his eyes started watering slightly. 'Oh, love. If you think I have all the power here, just wait till you can see what you can do when this is all figured out.'
Grinning, he turned to her and wiped the moisture from his eyes. 'But what would you suggest we do so things work out?' He wasn't sure where they would go from here. After all, she was a feline shifter and he was canine, he couldn't imagine this would go further than this apartment. Running his hand through his hair, he first task was going to be at least cleaning himself up a bit though. 'By the way, I'm Mason.'