Jade Fern Grove as the world comes to an end i'll be here to hold your hand

The plethora of dull scents around the willow tree made it difficult to tell who had been there recently. The wind whispered through its branches, the very tips of which played across the water of the stream. Sriracha's ear flicked, then swiveled towards the willow at the greeting. With his nose, he brushed aside the draping branches and smiled brilliantly to find Akirea beneath them. Akirea, he greeted warmly.

She still looked as though she had lost a fight with a cliff (which she had,) but she looked better. Her shoulder was fixed, that much was clear, though her fur was littered with scabs. You look much better. How do you feel? he asked politely. Perhaps he would ask her now if she wanted to stay?