When they get closer to the oak tree, the engraved heart starts to beat, like a live heart. The bark breaks, forming into a female form, and slowly taking human form. Until finally, a young dryad emerges from the tree.

She looks like a teenage form of April. Instead of blue eyes, the young girl has deep, swirling purple eyes.

When she speaks, it is with wisdom beyond her apparent age. There is a whisper of leaves rustling in her voice.

"Thank you. For not destroying me."