"Ah... well..." Misha's face turns a bit red as he struggles to come up with the words he needs to answer Wellin's question. It was always awkward to try and explain how his senses worked, but he owed it to Wellin for the help he was giving. After some thought, he finally settles with saying, "My eyes are useless. They haven't worked since the day I was born. But when I was eight, I began to... see. Not in the sense of seeing with my eyes. More like... images would come into my mind. With practice, I managed to do it consistently. Now I can picture everything around me. However, my vision is limited by distance. Cale helped me figure out how far I could 'see' and calculated it to be about thirty feet. So everything beyond that is darkness." Now incredibly uneasy, he murmurs, "I know it's strange. I hope... that doesn't bother you."