Daminor is left speechless, and both of them try to hide their blush, doing a fairly good job of it, though they wonder how he could have found out...<br/><br/>"How bad? I can't be certain. It feels old, though... almost as old as the forest. And I doubt there's any one source of it... it feels like its seeped into the ground, the wood, everything. It almost felt like... like an angry child, that grew up angry, with no one to guide it, lashing out at anyone and everything it can. It needs... a good, strong parent, to guide it, and nurture it, I think..."