tree hugger by kimya dawson

Willow loves nature, that was obvious. You, however, came from the roots of nature.

That's right, you're a fucking grimwalker.

You don't even know what you are. And despite Belos" defeat and the Boiling Isles regaining life again, your little problem still itched your brain.

What even are you? You were still on a journey to find out.

You question this in your mind as Willow gave you a warm hug, like a soft blanket. You were just worried that thorns would get on said blanket.

"Are you alright?" She asked, saying it like it was the sweetest thing in the world.