Emery stood in front of the massive mythical tree he came to know as 'Gaia'.
The high priestess was busy tending the tree, as she touched a few parts of its massive trunk with glowing hands, letting the green light heal the peeling bark and slight imperfections. Emery could feel the strange shifts of energy in the air, it was as if the priestess was giving something, yet also taking something else at the same time.
"I see that you had quite the adventure, Emery."
The choice to use the word 'adventure' for his near death experience made Emery almost roll his eyes, but he resisted the urge, as whatever she did, the fact remained, the Lady of The Lake had saved him. In the end, he chose to nod as a sign of respect before saying.
"Yes, High Priestess. I extend my gratitude to you for saving my life."
