[A shrug.] Unless you count my hair and nails growing like crazy for a while because I offered nail trimmings and hair locks? No such thing. [Mamoru's eyebrows slant slighty as he frowns. He's not really fond of the being in the tree, dryad, whatever it was called, but...] It was holding us hostage. Though I felt like it was just its own nature. It knew no better.

[You'll excuse him if he takes some time. The miasma makes words in his mind hard to sequence, what with his own memories and the already tight reins he has in his instincts.] If people were erratic towards themselves enough to tear off their fingernails, I can see them easily turning to the tree itself. What you're seeing now could be a result of their actions.

[Finally, a sigh. Mamoru is easily tired of this thing:] What does purify entail, exactly? What should we do?