Ravensblood Forest No more alone or myself could I be

Her head dips again in gratitude. Pale eyes move from Lotte to the bloodied trees, straining for the tops clustered together far above her head. 

"Not much in the way of moving them," Lia answers simply. The sheer amount of words overwhelms her, the colleen does not think she could ever speak so much at once. 

"Perhaps it would be safer to push it over as you said. I could help," she offers earnestly.

Lia is not muscular; she is built for speed and distance rather than brute force. Yet, the small Raurc has a will as strong as any. The tree will fall.