[So there was a reason behind the tar - more than a simple infection of the flora, it was infecting an entire planet.

By the hands of someone seeking to end its life, no less. It strikes him as familiar - burning sky screams of terror blood and laughter - but the memory is too hazy to make out, and he can only make his best guess as to who would do something like that.

And he didn't want to create a clearer memory of the event.

He places a robotic hand on the younger woman's back, gently nudging her away a little, then holds out both hands this time. A white, swirling substance appears in each, twinkling and spiraling like fireflies, before darting off to as many of the flowers as they could reach. At first, they do sppear to be insect-like, latching onto the petals and skittering in place.

Then they melt, rejuvenating the life, and still spreading all across the field.

Turning back to his companion, he takes her hand as well, sparking just a few more to life to heal any damage the tar might have been causing her.

The Lombax tries to meet her eyes, in a gesture of, "Don't worry anymore. I'm here. We'll fix this."]