For maybe the first time since getting here, Erin takes her attention entirely away from Cass; her heart is racing a mile a minute, nervous and unsure, feeling strangely like she's about to talk to someone who, for once in her life, has the actual right to judge her.

You can fit so much tattered Catholicism in this girl.

As she approaches the Sun Tree, Erin takes a battered velvet coinpurse from her belt. It turns out Erin is quite bad at praying in her head; she has no idea, again, that she's talking out loud.

"...Me again, Pelor. You really run a nice Spring around these parts, don't you? I haven't felt her in...awhile, and it's...fuck. Anyway. You really helped back there, and I do appreciate it. I can be kinda...a bitch...but I do pay what's owing, and, you helped Cass, and that's the world to me. I'm gonna leave this here for you, knowing it's not coming back."

Erin squats down, and nestles the coinpurse against the tree. She rests her head against it, closing her temporary eyes. "It's not much, in the grand scheme of things. Look at it one way and it's just a trinket whose coins are as worthless here as the place where I got it. But a friend of mine in the god business looked at it a different way, as the first herald of my new legend, a sign I'm blooming anew after the long winter of myself. I'm very fond of it. Please take good care of the bag, and it'll find some way to take care of you."

Above Erin, all unseen by her, the Sun Tree's branches are budding as her mighty Wyrd and resplendent Mantle try to show the world that she is the beloved of Spring.