[Akko looks down at the ground beneath them as Enkidu talks about their connection with it. Or, well, what it used to be like. She tries to imagine what that must have been like to feel that connection with something that was to her and so many other people a commonplace thing. Sure, it was living and everyone recognized that, but they never really took notice of it like that. She also really can't think of an equivalent for it either. Even being as sensitive as she is to the magic around here, it doesn't seem like it's the same thing. She only feels the magic, not every living thing in it or using it.]
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[She looks back up at Enkidu.]
You know things about being a Puca?