And you view it as a gift. Again, you prove yourself distinctly different from others of your ki-- former kind.

[ There is one more obvious difference besides the lack of undead pallor -- Godric is breathing. Not simply to speak, but as he sits at the table his chest rises and falls in a rhythm that would be difficult to engineer. Trevor lifts a hand to his mouth in wonder. It would seem the other man is doing quite well with all the changes to consider, and a million questions spin through his head. The first he asks is perhaps the most important to him. ]

Do you feel different? Not physically, but. Yourself.