As he looks around, all of the women involved with the ritual look exhausted; some are being carried away by the men, clearly having passed out, and even E'lune seems to have lost some of her luster. He'll also note that, despite being a battle that only took a few moments, three hours have passed, since the ritual began. An image fills his mind, of the void-crystals filling with the silvery light, though both he and the crystals are dimmed; only time passing will restore them to full brightness. A sense of approval, and joy, accompanies the images, along with an impression that he is now a kin, to this creature before him, that they are, for all intents and purposes, the same species, now; he just wears a different body.