The Giant tree walked off as soon as the sun began to come up. I barely got the chance to talk more or see more of it's outline properly.
The moon still stood in the sky even as the sun came up, but I suppose that might be a result of some supernatural shenanigans taking place here.
The Giant tree left with the little ones as it called them, but made sure to leave the bloated pod plants and the excessively grown out grass. Perhaps as a reminder of the promise I've hastily made to it.
But regardless, the sun is up and the terrifyingly long night out in the open is finally at a close. I can breathe easy now.
All that's left is to collect the unruly duo that ran off and get Demme to see how unscathed Piol is…physically, mentally I'm not so sure, but that's not my problem.