[He can, but he's several paces back, at something of a delay for noticing any of the changes Chandra catches. So he shakes his head with a slight rattling, looking out to the branches.]
The leaves? It's smelled like leaves this whole time. And I think they're glowing...
[There's little flickers of light that don't match up with the behavior of the sunbeams, anyway.]
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The leaves? It's smelled like leaves this whole time. And I think they're glowing...
[There's little flickers of light that don't match up with the behavior of the sunbeams, anyway.]