[ Sasha shakes her head. She is quite used to being looked at, being an adored goddess and all. ]

Please do not worry about it.

[ She sets the pouch of sweets beside her plate. ]

You see-- the one planted it passed away, and my Saint, who was her friend, took care of it in her stead. [ Until he too, fell in battle. Rodorio suffered a lot of damage, and since the war started, Sasha had not been able to keep tabs on the tree. Her smile sobers, yet it remains hopeful. ] I believe it is still standing and that it will continue to do so for a very long time.

[ Who knows, maybe her next incarnation lives to see it. ]