Chrrou's own eyes are on the treant before he starts to speak, pondering much the same problem. The hesitance in the mousefolk's eyes speaks to his reservations, but at the request he gives a helpless shrug and nod. He DID suggest the idea, after all...<br/><br/>"This is a very dangerous power," Chrrou admits, gazing upward without any attempt at hiding his trepidation. "Once the new shape has been taken, it is impossible to revert of your own will-- until the magic of reversion, you will be less noticable, but all but helpless, too. If you should become separated from us..." He shakes his head, not caring to contemplate that consequence further.<br/><br/>The rodent's small paws rise, digits moving as though seeking out and then resting upon unseen threads in the air before he pauses again, turning toward Rihyan. "You saw the lay of the land. When might we reach the fortress?" Secondary only to the need that Nocke not wear his new shape for too long is the mouse's vague but unlikely hope that he might renew his magics before the assault.