Now, you oughtn't go and blame others for your own misfortunes. [But it's gently spoken, and almost like a joke. Alois peeks out from behind one of the trees nearer to the forest's edge; his fingers curl around its trunk, and otherwise only his face is showing itself. That face is aglow—literally, he has sparse patchworks of glowing spots, not to mention the crystalline growths that dot his face here and there. One underneath his eye, a little along his jaw, for example. They're more common across the rest of his body, so he glimmers only faintly, for now...

Other than the bits of jewel work, he's also wearing a wan sort of smile. Peering down at her, he looks like some son of the fair folk, ready to play a joke. Instead of outright mocking her, though, he says, with levity,] Only one who can damn you is you. You've got to look after your own soul, you know? Well, but, here you are.