[Mission] Barking up the Wrong Tree | Lelianna

For a while Lelianna stayed like that: hunched over the now still form she cradled into her. Yes he'd harmed the forest but it was still a life lost. So of course Lelianna would mourn that, especially when it had happened so soon and right before her. Not to mention the fact that she'd had a direct hand in this one. In response to her perhaps surprising grief, the flowers within her hair wilted and fell, leaving only the thorny brambles for her to deal with later. At the moment that was the furthest thing from her mind.

It wasn't until the fairy approached her that Lelianna stirred in any other way. Though it took her a few seconds to look up, when she did the tears very visibly were still sliding down her cheeks. The forest was safe again, wasn't it? Though the pain was still at the forefront of the connection, the hermit could sense there was some relief. The fear was gone because the threat was gone. Lelianna had done what Arecia had needed her to do. In that she could find a little comfort. Enough to flash the fairy a wavering smile before her sadness pulled it down. "T-T-Thank you." Stammered the magi. "Y-You protected m-me too." The redhead could have ended up with a bad cut all her own if the fairy hadn't assisted her.

Accepting the flower with a shaky hand, the hermit placed it into one of her pouches. She could grow it out back home; plant it and let it thrive. However there was other business to attend to first. Lelianna stood up. Holding the body, she found an open patch in the area and used her powers to make a hole. One big and deep enough to hold the boy's body. The vines, as if knowing what the hermit was up to, slithered forth carried the sword and the hoodie. Together they were laid respectfully to rest before the hermit refilled the hole. Tears were still running down her cheeks, but at least the boy was given a burial. "May Tatara take you and guide you to your next life. And may it be better than this one." Perhaps it wasn't the official or formal way to pray to the god of death for a soul to pass on, but the hermit meant every word she said. Once the words had been spoken she reached into one of her pouches and pulled out another seed. On top of the fresh grave she placed it, and from the seed she grew a new tree. A new life for the one lost. Lelianna placed her hand on it for a moment, feeling the new sensation of consciousness register in the back of her mind. After that she glanced around at the remaining destruction.

She had a lot of work to do.