Clover stood up, turning to see a boy about the same age as her, genuine concern in his eyes. "I'm fine."
"you're bleeding." he said.
She wouldn't necessarily call it that, but yeah." he shrugged, "you?"
"yes."
"you should get some help with your scratches."
"yeah? from who?"
"I've seen someone who has this tree, I've been sort of spying on her from afar. It's not far from here and I just saw someone bring a crispy child in, so I'm pretty sure she's not a human."
"crispy child? that must be Alana, bring me there." Clover said.
"what's your name?" he asked.
"Clover. you?"
"my name's Ash."