Glisten: *looks shocked at the hug, but then hugs back, while re-freezing in the snow* We better get you to your own dimension. The tundra isn't a place for a little plantling like you." Go through this portal *creats portal* and you should be home. You'll be able to contact me through these portals.
*the Plantling’s house is a barn, with some 30 different families stuffed in it. They have rags for beds and old bowls full of porridge. Fiera is kneeling down by one family that seems to be crying. When they see Glisten the plantlings scramble away screaming, Fiera whips around towards Glisten. Her eyes are full of rage and fire twists around her arms*
Glisten: *runs after her and grabs her arm* Hey. You have injuries, it's part of my job to heal them. *puts ice on the burn marks, healing them* There. That's all I wanted to do. Stay safe, and come to me if you need anything.
YOU ARE HOPING DIMENSIONS FOR WHATEVER REASON; AND WHEN YOU ARRIVE IN THIS DIMENSION, YOU SEE HER (MIDDLE) WORKING IN A FIELD. SHE HAS A LOT OF BURN MARKS