Mary was definitely lost. She hadn't been anywhere outside of the abbey... Well, before now that is. The trees beaconed to her, offering companionship and unconditional love. Laying against the raised roots of a primeval oak, she sighed. The oak rustled soothingly to her, in a language that seemed so close, yet so far away. A single tulip of sunshine yellow thrust through the ground, a small comfort that earned a tight lipped smile from her. Reaching out a hand paled from lack of sunlight, she stroked its petals and plucked it. At least she had some sort of kindness to hold onto now.