[They're about to go in when Envy's eyes snap from glassy to alive and aware. The wounds from Hentree's claws are already starting to knit back together in a glow of white alchemic sparks.]
[On a scale of unpleasantness from one to ten, waking up from the dead to see a treeman version of your best friend looming and about to stick roots in you is somewhere around a twelve.]
[He also sees those roots headed in the general direction of his stomach HEY HELL NO THAT'S WHERE HIS RED STONES ARE. THOSE ARE HIS. He reaches out with his arm that's not still healing and tries to grab for the claws, cat's eyes narrowed in extreme annoyance. He doesn't know precisely what Hentree is going to do with them but he has an idea that it wouldn't be good.]
HEY! Quit that, what the hell'd you go and do that for?! I didn't do anything to you!
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[On a scale of unpleasantness from one to ten, waking up from the dead to see a treeman version of your best friend looming and about to stick roots in you is somewhere around a twelve.]
[He also sees those roots headed in the general direction of his stomach HEY HELL NO THAT'S WHERE HIS RED STONES ARE. THOSE ARE HIS. He reaches out with his arm that's not still healing and tries to grab for the claws, cat's eyes narrowed in extreme annoyance. He doesn't know precisely what Hentree is going to do with them but he has an idea that it wouldn't be good.]
HEY! Quit that, what the hell'd you go and do that for?! I didn't do anything to you!