[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
“I'm... not human?” Torquil said nervously, and was once again deeply unsettled by how his voice not only sounded different, but even felt different in his throat. He felt his face with his hands for a moment, discovering for himself a few of the elements everyone else could see by looking at him. He blinked rapidly and felt tears welling up in his eyes – all three of them. “No... I... I think I feel okay? I mean... my vision is weird. I can't really explain it, but it's like I'm seeing double, sort of? And my face and throat feel weird. But...”
A sudden thought occurred to him, and Torquil quickly set down Fulmen beside him and took off his gloves, only to let out a sigh of relief that his hands still looked normal. A second later a different thought struck him, and he grabbed the waistband of his trousers to pull them out a little, and heaved an even heavier sigh of relief.

Not only the doll and the Shopkeeper came over to investigate what had happened, but Gerlinde – who had initially started wandering off in disinterest – had also been coming back over with wide, fascinated eyes ever since Farren had called for Ophelia.
“Cute,” she evaluated, seemingly completely unconcerned with the circumstance. She looked around at them all and their worried expressions. “What's the big deal? He just looks a bit different. If he doesn't like it, we can just visit the basin I found in the Nightmare and he can go back to normal, or look any way he wants.”