Starglow Basin i really tried to stay cool

the joy in his eyes was like a bolt to her heart; she'd never seen such emotion upon the man's face. fiamma couldn't help but grin, and then watched as he looked around, searching for something.

ciao, piccolo, she whispered to the sapling, drawing close, as if her warm breath could stir further life into its roots. la nostra unica speranza.

fiamma rose again and called out, soto! cosa posso fare?

how could they keep their last hope afloat? soto knew, it seemed. she had no experience in this kind of business, but she was willing to do whatever it took to keep that expression upon soto's ravaged visage.