Seb took a long breath, running both hands through his hair as he came more to himself and the images began to slip away. He stared up at the tree for another moment, watching as the memory of flames in its branches - superimposed over the bright orange fall foliage of the present - faded from view. Only then did he look down at Honey. The confusion in her eyes tugged him more insistently back to reality.
"Sorry," he breathed, sinking back onto the ground until he was on her level. He took another breath and let it out as a slow sigh, glancing up again at the tree and then back at her. "Sorry," he said again. "I -- uh." He laughed, though there was no humour in it. "I kind of pick things up. From trees. Memories, I guess? Psychometry, only... just with plants." He was still disoriented, and he knew he was babbling, so he stopped for the moment and just sat on his heels, looking at her.
Finally, he shifted so that he was sitting on the ground next to her again, though farther from the tree than he had been. He looked down at his hands, then back up at her, biting his lip. "It's been getting worse lately. Picking up stuff. I guess today, yeah -- it's special. And... the Willowbrook trees don't have very nice memories."