Shit. [She can't help but stare at him and his strange, half-covered face.] Shit, that's fucked up.

So you got... whatever happened on that quest, or whatever it was, they made you work for it, huh?

I'll tell you right now, while you were gone life was hell in this tree; that beam of light was this pissy blue colour that felt like a full-body cat hitting a baby experience, but you probably knew that. What you and everyone else brought back changed that. I guess... well, I'm grateful for that. [This is embarrassing to admit, but at least it is very true. Before the lifestream could be changed to a happier medium, Jo'd found the tree completely untenable for reasons she couldn't voice. Now, yellow, it feels like the saving grace of being here. The psychic parasites rooted in her mind have been quelled for a while, but all she knows of that is that she can function like a real human again.]