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The three flowers Diane carried home were a bit wilted and bruised. They'd escaped much of the damage potential of the battle, but not entirely. She hummed under her breath, the song awakening the plant spirits from the apathetic slumber typical of cut flowers. She bent down, scooping a handful of earth from the ground, and held it to the severed stems. Her hum grew more tuneful, drawing glances from the other Garou. Roots snaked out from the growth points along the stems, finding their way to the soil Diane offered. Once the roses had rooted it sufficiently, she scooped up more, giving them a bit more room to expand. The soil was moist and clumped under her fingernails. The flowers seemed to brighten, each one spreading its petals a bit more than before, bruises healing and delicate leaves stretching a little. A wonderment, Diane smiled as she saw the life taking hold. At least they wouldn't die before she got them back to the cave. Maybe she could even plant them.