River keeps her arm still, doesn't flinch or move at all once Ned touches it. "See? Things grow for you," she sweeps her now completely healed arm towards all the flowers and saplings and vines that have overtaken this little bit of space, "and I am a thing that grows. Anna said it's a dryad. Tree soul. And you grow trees."

Or ...something like that. Actually, River isn't entirely certain just what Ned has become. "Proper noun, not a place, not an idea, too strong. A thing. Or a Person. Who could grow trees, who could heal them? Who are you today, Ned?"

She sits down in the grass and reaches for Ned's hand, pulling him down towards her. "Tell me? Don't know anything anymore, it's quite, almost too...it's quiet and words will have to be settled for but I want to know. What it's like and if you like it and what it means and what everyone else is, so you should tell me."