And those feelings of sadness and loss and hopelessness were only about to get stronger, as Boc, somewhat startled, not having known what to expect, felt in Nell's reaching out to him the kind of warmth and compassion he'd only ever felt before from one source: his own dear mum. And with her gone now, and the heavy reminder that he may never feel that kind of caring and love again...

It was a bit of a strange sensation, really, to be reaching out for something when you had no hands, no fingers, with which to reach, but that was precisely what Boc did, and as soon as his energy seemed to have found Nell's...there was a sudden burst of a cloud of smoke, a strange sound like some unearthly creature screaming out some final gasp, and then there was Boc, no longer a tree, hunched over himself with his arms covering his head before he blinked and realized that he could move again.

"Y-you..." He stammered out, blinking as he moved his arms enough to lift his head and stared at Nell with shock and bewilderment. "You did it. You broke the spell!." He ducked his head again, trembling slightly with his disbelief and gratitude, not only that it had worked, but that she had been kind enough to try.

"Thank you," he said quietly, "miss..."