Shino finds himself almost holding his breath waiting for Treebeard to finish sighing. He doesn't, which is probably better for him, but the urge had been compelling.

Green eyes turn up to meet his in turn, openly curious and considering. Talking about Man like it's a thing here is a strange mixture of various races that he barely understands, but talking about Man like that reminds him of very different standards back home. "It might be, compared to whatever you're used to, friend. It's not the same for everyone, but I know I want to keep moving for the fact I can."

His lips pull up into a smile, pleased at this fact even five years after not dying. He's not sure how he's doing so well without Murasame, unless the glow of what's in his right hand is helping (somehow), but Shino isn't caught up in the details. Being hale and healthy is still awesome.

"What's your usual form like?"