Draiss shook his head to her unspoken question, but said, "No, nothing else happened, but..."<br/><br/>He stopped, his expression showing annoyance, trying to explain something that he knew, but should not know about. He said, "Cerulean, you are a divine magic user, right? Able to use minor druidic spells, gathered from the 'forest conscious'? I can not directly sense it, but something is wrong here, something in the very magic of the land feels... off. For me it merely means that the magic fights me a bit more than usual, but your sister..."<br/><br/>Another pause, and then he tried an analogy. "It feels like I am sticking my hand in slightly foul water, but for your sister, whose magic is a part of her and directly from nature, it might be like she is drinking the water, and taking the foulness into her, accidently making the wrongness here a part of her. I am not a mind healer, but she is definitely getting more violent now. She nearly attacked me last night when she saw the skeleton, and that was not in keeping with how she acted when we were in the plains. And frankly, all I can think is to get her back out of the forest, and hope she gets better."<br/>