"From the largest life to the smallest," she echoes, surveying the sickness with a hint of bitterness about her, as though she ought to be able to bring back the vibrance of life in the Wildwood. And of course she has tried, but for every flower healed, a dozen more succumb. It is not enough. She raises a hand against Jigano's offered arm, needing no coddling or comfort.
"Slowly," she confirms. "A tree here, a shrub there. But little by little it is growing. And I am the woods, bard. There is nowhere in the Greatwood I might take you that I do not feel this burden. Have you seen enough?"
Sum of all, and by them, driven
To conquer every mountain shown