Lucky that tree wasn't an ent.

Miraye stomped through the pathway, muttering something about how Larkin was a screwed up nimwad, and how he was gonna pay. She felt the eerie glances she was getting from everyone behind her. The tree burned brightly, the smoke strong and foggy.
"Oi, Miraye!"
She stopped, turned slightly, dress making a swishy noise. "What is it?" she asked with an annoyed voice.
Matthias blinked through his goggles. "So, how do you know Tic..?"
Miraye now turned fully. She stared at him, wanting to go into that castle, chop off Larkin's head and throw Tic out the window to freedom. But it was too early, and the plan was reckless. She shrugged, walked a little more, stopped. She sat, careful the dress would not be dirtied as everyone else sat around her as well.
"She might have to kill you after this," Stelon whispered to Matthias.
Miraye slid her arms from under the dress. She crossed her arms over her breast, and sighed deeply. "Tic tried to save me once before. We were gonna escape when that fucking nitwit caught him, and I had to go off alone. I vowed with my blood I go back and save him. And I'm here now, wishing to fufill my duties."
Matthias cracked his knuckles, "So, you care about him?" Farrago was talking to Merlin and petting the bear.
"Care? No. I pay back what has been done for me. After this, I might just stray off, getting myself into more trouble. But until then, I needa go back in there, get him out."
"You can't do this alone, mind you."
"I'll have to try at least. I'll die trying."
"Ha, you're the stubborn one, eh?"
Miraye looked at the dress, and up at Matthias. "And you're looking for the Sink, aren't you?"
He nodded. Miraye glanced behind her. "How 'bout this? You help me save 'molested-boy', and I'll help you find Sink?"