Trecking across the forest is a serious business

[Go to forest! Forest call for Jade!] the little bird flapped its wings energetically as we approached the river's junction.

"They're not calling for me," Ignis sighed. "I think they're kind of afraid of me."

Fire and leaves, huh? I didn't think fire could burn a humid forest, but then again, Salamander's fire was not like other fires. I patted the little gecko on my shoulder in consolation. "Don't worry--as long as you don't set anything on fire." 

"The plants in the forest are tough, so you can count on them to defend themselves even if such mishaps happen, Your Highness," our druid guide, Halurean, told us assuringly. 

"Oh, that's good!" I stroked the little gecko's neck in delight. After all, I wouldn't want my companion to be banned for arson just after I got my friend absolved of blasphemy. "But...umm..." 

I glanced at the druid sheepishly, and he blinked innocently. "Yes?"