Eleven blinks, but he can't help but smile in turn even as he thinks it over. There's something like a flicker of pride there. He hasn't imagined it, all this time.

"I'm not sure," he says after a moment, head tipping thoughtfully. "It's.. there's a spirit inside me that I channel the energy through. Usually when I meditate, it's more like a... a cycle? Of energy passing between me and the plants. I don't think I've ever used it this way enough to feel it, if it does."