( ... oh, add. nene's condition is so much worse than it seems once you take a closer look. the blood stains are most assuredly hers- likely from whatever happened to her legs, given the old rust-colored bandages that barely separate skin and wood.

there's a litter of rope- or vine- shaped bruises along her neck, like she'd been strangled or choked multiple times but not all at the same time- differently aged bruises and marks.

she's terribly gaunt and pale, like she hasn't eaten in ages and her exposure to the sun means nothing.

though her legs are the only wooden limbs, flowers seem to be sprouting everywhere. especially around her joints. they have the audacity to frame themselves like jewelry or something similar, but the bruising beneath the petals and leaves say more.

she stares for a moment before giving a shaky half-smile. )

You can say that. ... The forest- it... it's taken my legs. One of my lungs, I'm sure- it's... attached itself to everything it could. I don't... I don't think I can be cured...

( by all accounts, she should be dead. but the forest won't let her die. )