[ Caoimhe watches as the other seems to be scared. So scared.... 'What is there to be scared over?' Is what she wishes to ask, but the fear in the others voice tells Caoimhe a certain tale. That even if she could speak her truth, she would not be able to. ]

That is impossible. The forest must know this, because it is the forest after all.

[ She places the broom to hang from her back. Then digs inside the bag for another item, which she hides for a moment. ]

The forest drinks from the rivers and borrows from it help. The Trees bathe in the suns rays, and borrows from it help. When an animal comes to die, it feeds upon what is left there to rot away... The forest should know better. Then to think it is the only one who can help someone.

[ Caoimhe looks up at the trees, wonders if they are listening to her. ]

I am sure even now, the forest needs help and it is why I intend to try my best to do so. We all need each other after all.

[ Her eyes come back down to look at Nene. Walking a bit closer and with her other hand still hiding the item. Caoimhe offers a free hand to them. ]

May I have your hand?