[this is the second time this night he's used Bichen to help him dig a grave in a dream. maybe he should change out its blade for a shovel.

once he's carefully rearranged and shrouded the sad little corpses he's collected for maximum dignity, buried them, and marked the spot with a heavy stone, he kneels by the tree with his guqin and releases the little family from their spirit-trapping pouch. he plays.

This tree has sheltered children before. Will you rest here?]