There's an obvious sympathy on Chrrou's face as he watches the magical working take hold over the treant, trembling paws fixed in the air where they were as the spell's casting ended. He can't help but smile and relax at the sudden energy and enthusiasm Nocke shows, though, slowly returning his paws to his garments. "I have an inner pocket if you should need to stay out of sight," Chrrou murmurs to the bird as he follows the rest of the party. "I'm sure it smells of mouse by now; usually Heshaar uses it, but it should be comfortable, at least..." Distracted by the force of nature become animal, he barely notes Sen's reaction to the casting, vaguely making a note to perhaps ask him about it later.