[It tries to crawl towards the retreating pair, but collapses again, tendrils writhing out over the floor from more than just its whiskers now]

h hh h hhh h

[And then more ichor starts to pour out of its mouth, through its eyes, and something's wriggling in it on the floor--

The structure of it seems to collapse, somehow, and it nearly melts into itself on the ground.

There is still some discernable form, but it looks more humanoid than draconic, too small under the skin.]