Sun Mote Copse Hit your heart.

Alyx practically hopped down the game trail, carrying a bundle of humongous pointed leaves between her lips. Somewhere between the rendezvous and the southernmost border, she'd found a lone tree with these ginormous leaves and, taken with their vaguely star shape, she'd grabbed a few to take back with her.

They flapped comically in her face every time the wind picked up, which might explain how she never saw Towhee until she stepped practically on top of her. Woah! the pup explained when Towma's tail appeared beneath her paws. She sidestepped neatly, then dropped all her leaves in a gently fluttering cascade before abruptly asking, Towma, Towma, can these heal ouchies?

For a moment, her secondary mom's pensive expression went unnoticed, but then Alyx spotted the tears and her heart thudded painfully. Are you okay, Towma? she asked, snuffling toward the Sovereign's muzzle. Can I help your ouchies?