Hushed Willows You are the reason.

In the days since their arrival, Dacio slept - though not soundly. Although thankful for their aid, for @Olive's gentle care and the time she spent tending to his wounds, he felt vulnerable among Elysium's willows. The territory itself was well protected from attack, though he feared their generosity toward outsiders left them practically begging to be taken advantage of.

They would suffer, he was sure. Should Rusalka choose to have the forest for itself, they could easily slay each and every one of these peacekeepers and take it for themselves - he believed Blackhead and her kin more than capable of such.

He rested beneath the sweeping branches of a pale weeping willow, inspecting the wounds made by Raleska's beastly bodyguard on his hip and finding himself satisfied by the way his flesh had knitted together. The muscles beneath still ached but Dacio was glad to have escaped infection.