Jade Fern Grove the sun hasn't died

They came to a stop rather abruptly, and Tryphon's low hanging head came up a few inches in surprise. He was tired from the wandering of course, but more worn out because of the sadness he saw reflected back at him from his friends - or those he thought of as friends, even if he had limited relations with them. He was detached in some ways, which made his own ordeal very different. His ears twisted when he heard voices - first a female voice, worn from disuse perhaps, and then Scimitar's low rumble; the boy couldn't make out the specifics, so he crept a little bit closer, and stood near Kaskara. It was in this moment that Tryphon spied the greenery; he hadn't been paying attention to their surroundings (a poor rear guard), but now he was overcome by the tangle of greens. He said nothing, and only looked from adult to adult in expectation - was this it? Were they going to stop now?