Careful. He's badly wounded.
Not wounded.
Dying, Mother Eithné.
-Who is he? -An old friend. We must help him.
Don't…
waste your time…
on me.
I know you're there,
and I know I'm not welcome.
But my friend is here.
Turn back now,
or die in that field,
ugly human.
Sticks and stone may break my bones,
but words will also… hurt me.
Then I'll wait for him to come out.
♪ My love for you will never cease ♪
♪ And this flower You left behind, never ending ♪
♪ Shall never die ♪
It's "Enchanted Flowers."
♪ Because ♪
♪ My fair Ettariel ♪
♪ This flower seemingly slick with dew ♪
♪ Was actually wet with tears ♪
♪ And enchanted flowers never wilt ♪
That'll do, Bard.