The child laughs, a truly genuine smile making its first appearance. Now that it's been arranged to her (current) satisfaction, she can't seem to stay still for long, and leaps back into the tree in one go. Hanging upside-down from a branch, she explains, "They help me take care of the forest! Hunt down the bad things, keep everything in balance. And play with me."

Swing, flip, twist, and she's seated on the lip of the area he'd been sleeping in. "I'm Aisling." She pronounces the 's' softly, slurring the name a little so that becomes "ASH-ling".