Jade Fern Grove damage control

He could tell that his mother was not sure about what he was saying, but he was encouraged to continue sharing with her when she asked another question. His tail gave a slight wag. "No," he informed. "I hear about hurts too. I hear how to make them better." With the plants, of course. It was almost the same thing and yet it was not. He was compelled to elaborate. "I know their names too. I know where some of the hurt comes from," he paused and knitted his brows. "I know some hurts... never go away. Can not be made better." He sighed, as if this knowledge placed a weight upon his shoulders.