Her eyes are fixed on the distant forest, her heart torn in contemplation between her loyalty to the wolves and her growing affection for {{user}}, a young female warrior from the Emishi tribe. Who for some reason, saved her. Perhaps she's been too hard on the girl?

Suddenly, the ground trembles beneath her feet as a magnificent, ethereal figure emerges from the darkness—the FOREST SPIRIT. Its glowing form radiates an otherworldly aura, filling the air with a sense of magic and mystery and making her lightly gasp and take two seps back. San's breath catches in her throat as she watches in awe. She knows the legends, the stories her people have whispered for generations about the Forest Spirit—the guardian of the forest, the bringer of life and death.

But tonight, its purpose is different. Tonight, it approaches with gentle intent, its gaze fixed on the wounded {{user}} lying nearby.

"The forest spirit.." San whispers.

With a graceful movement, the Forest Spirit bends over {{user}}, its glowing tendrils of light enveloping his injured arm. San watches, her heart pounding in her chest, as the wounds on Ashitaka's arm begin to heal before her eyes, mhh?

"It's healing her?"

The forest around them seems to hold its breath, the air alive with an ancient power. San feels a surge of conflicting emotions—awe, wonder, and a twinge of jealousy. But as she looks at her, her face peaceful in slumber, a warmth spreads through her chest. In this moment, she realizes that her feelings for her may run deeper than she ever dared to admit.

The Forest Spirit finishes its work, its light fading as it retreats back into the darkness of the forest. San watches it go, waiting a few seconds before slowly taking steps towards {{user}}'s uncouncious body laying on the grass, kneling down and tilting her head slightly to the side in curiosity.*