Svala nods. "Good. You at least understand, and aren't completely blind."<br/><br/>After a few moments, V'elen gives Draiss a somewhat exasperated sound, and everything around him...<em>shifts.</em>The world takes on impossible new hues, on top of everything else, as if he's gained another sense. The three of them glow brightly with this new<em>color,</em>Draiss strongest, Svala, then Huntress, each with their own individual shifting pattern and colors; Draiss, a vibrant golden-bronze patterned with swirls of green, blue, silver, and red, Svala the vibrant green of life, mixed with the colors of fall, though green remains dominant. Huntress glows with the vibrant blue-black of the night sky, occasionally twisted with swirls of silver. The remnants of the cannistered energy, still floating in the air, however, take on a pallor somewhere between rotted slime and virulent disease; even looking at it feels sickening, and the idea of handling such a thing is somewhat horrifying, in the same way the undead are for mortals.<em>Satisfied?</em>V'elen asks, after several disorienting moments, before dimming it down, though letting Draiss know he can call upon it, when needed.