[ Well, that makes sense. It must be hard to tell, except when he's alone with someone. Letting out a tiny sigh, she bites off the remainder of the strawberry on the stem while she thinks of a way to explain this to him. ]

The me you see in front of you — you can think of it like an illusion. That's why you don't sense anything.

[ She doesn't have blood... she's not even physically there in front of him in the literal sense. ]

I do have a physical body, with blood and everything... in the wisteria. It's not possible to separate it from the wood, so I can only really interact with you all like this.