[Carnasch]

Carnasch made a small snort of a laugh at Lehan's suggestion of waiting till tomorrow. He felt fine, just tired, and the dazed feeling was already wearing off. He said enthusiastically, "I am fine to continue today if that is alright, I'v been in far worse conditions." He straightened himself in his chair, and took a deep breath, "It is different, isn't it?"

The peppermint smelled good, if a little sharp. But it was the natural parts of the house, the ones that were still alive at least (which was most of it only the silverware and a few such objects wern't), that felt different, more there. It was like there had been someone always in the background, completely silent, but had now moved up so that they were in front of him, screaming for his attention, though just as silent as before.

He looked around the small house again, this time with a slightly bewildered look in his eyes, though the rest of his face remained calm. Even Lehan felt different, though not as drastically as the plants. He couldn't see anything different about the branches that made up the hut, or the table, or the chair Lehan sat on, but it was different. Eventually a small smile appeared on his face; he liked the new feeling.