As inappropriate as it was, Esperanza's confusion elicited a small smile from his lips. "Yet here I am," he responded simply.Esperanza said:"Señor Twig??" hissed Esperanza, her brows high. "Should you not be with your comrades, 'uh?"
He glanced at the door just as she did, and understanding the urgency of the situation accepted her rough prompting towards a hiding spot. He dove under the writing desk and curled up so that his cloak would blend him with the shade.
From his place, he licked his paw and focused on his energies. By now, it was obviously certain that his abilities had fundamentally changed, he could feel it now in the absence of anything familiar where his soul should have been. Which posed something of an issue, as it meant he no longer understood what he was capable of. He took his casting paw and flexed its claws into the shadows, hoping to discover something that had carried over.