“Ah. It was indeed me.”, Elvin replied, laying his hand on his chest. “The forest is me, as I am the forest. When it is hurt, I am too. Even if I can’t be seriously injured or killed unless my tree is damaged, I feel what happens to any other tree in this forest.”, he explained softly. He smiled lightly at her concern.
“I’m alright. The pain lingers, but it will fade once the tree’s resin closed the cut.”. It didn’t leave any visible marks on him, but it hurt, and the pain lingered. But he would be fine.
Nox listened carefully as Elvin talked. It was clear he was still in discomfort. They unconsciously reached for their pack to get out a blanket but realised they had left it behind. They huffed, silently kicking themselves for leaving it.
“Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” She asked, wanting to help the deity who had once helped her.
“You already helped me. There’s nothing more really you can do.”, Elvin replied with a smile. He was glad he had met Nox properly now, she was as kind as he had always perceived her.
“Ah, you left something behind at the sapling.”, he said then, turning to look at something else. A deer was trotting into the clearing, carrying Nox’s pack. It dropped it into Elvin’s lap, and he gently pet it in return.
“Thank you very much dearest.”, he told it.
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