Kylah nods sympathetically at M. Deschamps. It must be terrible to have one's home devastated by such a cruel illness. "I have spoken to the medical team already," she says. "I do hope that someday I will understand just how pleasant the spores can be." She then shrugs as if to imply that the topic is not important. "The thought of knowing such delight and then abruptly ceasing it does worry me. Is the experience of ending your treatment very jarring?"