[ it only makes her feel mildly better, and only after he moves around a bit without any assistance or stumbling, even lifting the toddler tree spirit into his arms, who looks back at her, their expression still troubled. she reaches out to pat them on the shoulder, trying to offer reassurance that she doesn't really feel.

she's heard about consequences, too, and however inevitable they are after a certain amount of deaths she'd never forgive herself if something he ended up continually suffering from was a result of her attempts at restoration. but however much she and the group now working on resurrection have learned, they're far from experts, and even solis's attempts had ended with something going wrong sometimes. ]

I don't know. I haven't left. [ he might be able to tell that even if he can't see her - there may be flares of heat and pain in her joints and muscles from sleeping on the church pews, her clothing is rumpled and however little she's felt like eating, her stomach is gnawing with hunger. ] Someone else got killed. A few others were injured. I think there's meant to be a meeting once everyone's had some time to recover.