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Jask blinks in surprise, hardly believing his new, elvish eyes. "You are quite certain Miss Lureene?"

The young man looks down at the shorter woman, seemingly ready to insist, but upon seeing the hopefulness in her youthful features, he nods graciously and gingerly accepts the smooth, glistening fruit.

Smiling for perhaps the first time Lureene can remember, he leans over somewhat hesitantly and gives her a strong hug. "I believe that you will succeed, chi–" he pauses momentarily realizing that they might now seem the same age. Smiling at the thought, he simply finishes and says, "Yes, I believe you will succeed. A new life offers many possibilities."

Straightening, he nods respectfully, his eyes dewy. "Take good care of all that which is dear to your golden heart. Farewell, my... friend."

Jaw slack from surprise, the young cleric reaches up touching Aycenia's hand even as he feels the tips of his new ears. He then runs a hand over his scalp and across his no-longer-wrinkled face, surprise mounting with each passing moment.

"A miracle," he murmurs, "I– I am an elf now?"

Jask nods in acceptance at Lureene's apology, but it is obvious her earlier comment left him confused.

"Alive again?" The young man seems looks to the dryad with questioning eyes.

"I–" Jask looks about studying everyone's faces. As the rest of you look on in wonder, you realize that he looks much younger, younger even than Alis or Sasha. At last his gaze falls upon Darvesch and he puts a hand to his chest as if recollecting a grave memory. "You, Master Darvesch, you survived! I remember a dark place, full of death, smoke, and rot. You fell and I rushed to aid you yet we both were stricken by a great violet monstrosity!"

There is a lengthy pause, before the tall man says hesitantly, "Jask? as if not sure of the answer. Slowly the half-elf and the dryad approach, and the princess casts a light spell so that you might all see more clearly.

The man certainly looks as though he could be Jask, or at least the offspring of Jask and an elven woman anyway. He has short black hair and a bit of white scruff on his chin as though he had been shaven clean just a few days prior.

Holding up a thin, dark-skinned hand to shield hazel eyes from the sudden light, he studies each of you carefully, looking to Aycenia briefly as if for approval. "H– highness Alis?! Mistress Lureene?"