"Nice meet you, Triss. Five year ago..." he trailed off, looking up and down at her body, obviously disturbed about something. Even with his most generous approximation, this pachirisu couldn't be older than three years. Her features were much too young for her to have reached that age. Himself, he had a body that was already aged of four years, but it already was at the peak of its strength. Given another year, he would already show sign of slowing down and aging. This was the burden of the curse of a inhabiting the body of a mouse.<br/><br/>Yet, if this pachirisu was truly older than five year, there was something fishy about it. The source of any potential disturbance in her aging process wasn't hard to pick off, it was the mew. Mew, as legends say, can live many centuries. If they did find some kind of shrine where the mew got this strange ability, she probably had been affected in some way. Speaking of abilities, this mastery of the particles to control the flow of life, a power this mew was said to possess, was more than intriguing. Although he never admitted it, another reason he followed Magic was in hope they would fall on a predator, giving him the fun of sitting there and watching the small squirrel finish off a creature a few times larger than her. Each time, he wondered how it would feel to be eaten like that, but he was aware that, whatever the form of advanced science that had birthed a creature like Magic, that there was no magic behind it. The creature entered her body and never came out, simple as that. Unfortunately, his weird ideas would have to stay simple thoughts, unless there was a good opportunity showing up to him. "...you seem much younger than that. I see you have aged well. So... this mew has the skill to control matter in a so precise fashion that he can copy the body of something to rebuild it? Seems like a good friend to have around, especially when you are a rodent. You are probably the luckiest squirrel ever."