At one point during the set up for the shrine for the forest, the wind stills completely. And then it doesn't, the trees and leaves and branches rattling with a cacophonous glee.

I knew you loved me! says the voice of a little boy. You really are like Nene. I'll take such great care of you. You'll see. No one will love you like me.

As the voice speaks, echoing in her head, something above Caoimhe's chest will hurt.




When she finally is able to check, there will be a single pale-pink flower sprouting from just above her heart.