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His tail waves. The mushroom, previously dull, emits a warm light, growing slightly. He feels a sense of warmth, the connection of thanks between a little creature and his own soul. He sighs. 

He doesn't know when this weird... ability came from, but he can make a guess. It doesn't matter though. The land is warm, soft even. It sends its thanks, and he sends his regards. It's not like anyone else could know of these little moments. He likes it.