The Heartwood Dance fruits.

jr squints at the berry patch one last time before her gaze remains trained upon her mother, studious. her worry for her mother getting poisoned by the berry — even if the concept in it's whole is a little bit over jr's realm of understanding beyond sick equals bad and meant get help — keeping her attention zeroed in.

-ok,- jr signs, not entirely convinced.

but either way, it was done and all the two of them could do was wait.

-yes!- jr signs eagerly, slinking down into a sphinx-like position, gaze focused eagerly on towhee's paws so she didn't miss anything of the story she was about to be told.