[ Oh. As he drops the pail beside him once again, he watches in awe as the water does something he does not quite expect. His brows shoot up, and amber eyes widen as a flesh girl emerges from the old bark like a butterfly from its chrysalis. The bark must have been old, the affliction run its course, and needed one final push to free the girl form her trappings.

It takes a moment for Trahearne to get his bearings in his surprise, and he's met with yet another one when he looks at the face and finds it...vaguely familiar. He tilts his head to study her, not being able to place it immediately. ]

Much the opposite, my friend. It seems we were lucky the bark only needed a bit of force to free you; I thought a bit of moisture might allow you to move better.

[ He watches the leaf leave her mouth, blinks, then goes back to studying her. ]

How do you feel?