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Ryland loves Erid, he does. He loves his dome, he loves being with Rocky, and he certainly loves being alive. The only problem is that Erid is not the best environment for a leaky space blob such as Grace.
His dome takes care of most issues. He lives in a comfortable 65° F (18° C) on the "outside" of his house. He gets plenty of filtered light (the intense UV waves would cook him alive), plenty of oxygen, and even a nice breeze. The only thing the Eriidians couldn't adapt the dome to was the gravity. Erid's gravity is approximately twice as strong as Earth's.
In the 7 months living on Erid, Ryland has shrunk 2 and 1/4 inches. He's measured himself countless times. Rocky still doesn't understand why it's such a big deal to his fragile human.
He's also noticed his spectacular "beach bod" isn't as lean anymore. He's definitely gained muscles, but from having to carry twice his body weight constantly. He's noticed more mass around his neck, his rips, hips, and even ankles. His body was adapting to the odd terrain of Erid.
His spine has curved slightly, Rocky made him a small crutch for support. He tries to ignore how bad he's getting.
His muscle tissue has also thinned and weakened, which he thought might be from early hypoxia. His rib cage has expanded slightly, his body trying to make way for his lungs to easily expand. This hasn't stopped the effects of low oxygen. Rocky has found Ryland passed out too many times for his liking.
Eventually, the Eridians, including Rocky, decided to send him out to orbit Erid for a month. Human Savior Grace was weakening from their gravity, he needed a break.