As the sun sets, the bowed tree finally shakes himself awake. He stares sadly around at the scattered eladrin bodies, and bends, stiffly and awkwardly, to gently touch each one. Then he turns and stumps towards the cabin.
Glaring in suspicion at the worked wood of the walls, he stops just outside the door and cautiously leans his head through, leafy top branches brushing the top of the frame. "I am... sorry I lost control," he rumbles. "Did I hurt anyone else?"
Suddenly he sees Haruka and his eyes widen. "YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he roars, his withered left limbs bending to clutch the gaping hole in his side.
With an effort, he lowers his voice and forces his branches away from the wound. "No, no, you are not the one. I do not know you. But you feel so... familiar. DO I know you?" He looks around again. "Do I know ANY of you? What are you all doing here?" A branch accidentally brushes the doorframe, and he recoils. "Did you do... this?"