"Let's take a look, together, shall we?" Yamm's hand rested lightly between Mara's shoulders as they walked back to the souls.
As huge as he was, the god's steps were surprisingly soft and deliberate through the dying flowers. His brows furrowed in an expression of utmost concentration as he placed his hooves in the patches where they were sparsest.
The blossoms withered even more wherever his steps fell, but they regained what color was left in them as he lifted his hooves again, like water refilling a sponge that he'd been careful not to squeeze all the way out.
Yamm's lips tilted in a rueful smile when he caught Mara's curious glance. "I already killed Rowan's birds on accident. We have no room for a similar mishap with these. Not if you wish for me to help you."
