He felt uncomfortably aware of how devoid of life this part of the forest was. He could... tell where Thorax lay, even though the hill now stood between the two. He could feel where she was, a strange, burning sensation that pulled him... No, that wasn't the right phrase. It was more akin to a pinch that only let up when he turned in her direction. Was this an effect of changeling blood? It probably was – he couldn't make out anything distinct other than her location and her condition, which was slightly agitated sleep.