Tending Hope

Thank you for tending to those fires, ‹name›. While you were gone, I've used that sludge to make a salve. Help me spread it over Teldrassil's roots. It may take years to see a difference, if we ever do. But though I failed, I made oaths to her, and I can still choose to keep them. I will never stop doing what I can to... help her perhaps grow again. If I do not succeed, the next Rootwarden, or the one who comes after that, may be the one to finish this work. Even so, I shall not stop trying.