Fighting like Children

Ebviony mentioning that they had to wear one of those bracelets in the past was a little concerning. It was a small detail, but he picked up on it in his calm clear minded state. He wondered if it was because they couldn't control it in the past, though that seemed unlikely given how freely it was working on him. Regardless of why they'd been made to wear it, he imagined it wasn't good.

With all the talk of auras, Carmin just sort of stood there in a daze. He wasn't used to this type of stuff but from what he could tell he was horrible at resisting it. He wondered how many others had weird auras that would mess up his head. He didn't talk to a lot of people, so from what he'd seen so far there must've been a ton.

Usually when anyone spoke of powers, he'd feel an immense jealousy, but that wasn't happening this time. The serenity aura probably. This left him with nothing to add to the conversation. He didn't really have powers or an aura or anything special to mention, so instead he just listened.

Just like that they could make a cupcake? Carmin couldn't see it too well, but he could still tell it was a cupcake. His vision seemed to be getting better actually. Whenever he blinked it felt like it got better. Or was that just his imagination? Or even if it was just his imagination, was that enough to make it actually get better? The whole thing was really confusing, but regardless, his vision quickly came to a more tolerable state.

As his vision returned, he managed to comment on Ebviony's power, adding to what Ília had said. "Seriously? You can just make anything you want out of thin air?" The comment was meant to come off with hints of jealousy, but it was filtered out before the words came out, resulting in a fairly calm and curious tone similar to Ília's instead.

Carmin eyed the cupcake as it looked like Ebvion was about to hand it to him, betrayed as the cupcake went to Ília instead. But what did he care, it wasn't like he could've eaten it anyway.

He didn't seem to feel upset or receive any jealous feelings when Ília bit into the cupcake, but apparently his body wasn't on the same page as his mind. Blurriness returned to the corners of his eyes, and after a second of mistaking it for an illusion, he quickly realized they were tears. As quick as he realized they were there, his hand went to wipe them away, proceeding to make a motion as if he was wiping sweat from his forehead. Which was maybe a hard sell considering he didn't sweat, but according to plant anatomy he shouldn't have been able to cry either so who knows.

Hoping to change the subject quickly in case either of them noticed, he asked another question about the power. "So, um, how big of a thing can you make?"

They saw. Carmin's face became a lighter green as Ebviony asked why he was crying rather than answering his question. It was a hard question too, since he wasn't entirely sure why he had started crying. He couldn't even feel physical pain, so Ebviony's guess was wrong. Then there was Ília's guess, transpiration. Having taken care of many plants and himself for six years, Carmin was familiar with the term. He really did go through the process himself, though as she said, it only came out through his leaves. It wasn't really fast enough to be mistaken for crying either. But regardless of how much of a stretch it was, it was a decent enough excuse that they'd hopefully buy it.

"Oh, yes, that's right." He clapped his hands together, really hoping to sell it. "Just transpiration, nothing to worry about." Normally he would be horrible at making this lie work, he would've been too flustered. Luckily, the aura was at work and he was able to stay calm.