The memory is dreamlike with the disbelief of its owner.

It must be a hallucination. he muses as the flower spirit gets close. Thanks him for saving her from the rat that was going to eat her leaves. Alone and figuring he'll be dead soon enough, he decides indulging will be a good way to kill time.

"Nice to meet you, hallucination."

"Not hallucination. Chitch is Chitch." the spirit corrects him. Well, okay then.

She gives him a little water to drink, a bit of warmth from the sun. Small comforts. She climbs up on him, which makes Guts nervous, and he raises his voice to express his discomfort. The little flower sprite doesn't seem daunted as she brings over a leaf to close up one of the arrow wounds on his back. That seems to change his demeanor, uncertain of how to react to the unexpected kindness being offered to him. It can't be real. It can't be.

Chitch asks if he will leave once he feels better, looking forlornly at her only company. He sits up, catching her in hand, lightly squishing her face, testing if she were real. The sprite squeaks, but looks confused more than anything.

"On my way over here, I saw a hill where a bunch of your buddies were blooming. Once I can move again, I'll take you and your flower there."

A promise to a hallucination couldn't hurt.

"Really!?"

She certainly seems rather pleased about it, and perks up with immediate excitement.