Maybe don't stare too deeply into your own abyss, Richard, but Murmur doesn't entirely realize what he's doing enough to warn him against it. The whole managing a mortal body thing was exceptionally distracting and he didn't like the fact that he actually felt temperature now.

He looks defensive, lips pursing into a thin line. "Your clothes are also unwieldly." Listen, there's a reason his outfits consist of mostly one monotone color with a lot of layers and pockets. Because he's a disaster that doesn't understand how fashion works.

Ah, Alex, he frowns and looks very slightly uncomfortable. "...Given that I have your vessel, and you have my vessel, it is likely that Alex is currently Jon." He's pretty sure Richard can guess how he knows that.

He's not going to answer the question of what Richard is. While the Sight does give an abundance of information, it is his millennia of experience that gives context to that information. The plea for help however does have him softening some. This is hard, Murmur can only imagine how hard it must be for Richard experiencing such an alien life. This mortal thing is certainly taxing and terrifying for Murmur.

"I'll do what I can. Fortunately it appears the warding is holding. You shouldn't spontaneously erupt and destroy us all."