"It is okay," Yang Qing gently and warmly whispered as he softly patted the trunk of the green flame tree.
"It is okay," he gently repeated as he patted the trunk.
His lulling soft speech had an effect as the temperature started to cool down and the flames surrounding the green flame tree slowly returned to their original look, though not completely.
The color they settled into was a cyan as opposed to the deep, rich emerald green that colored its flames and leaves, and the temperatures, though not sun-hot, still felt like a hot, humid tropical afternoon sun.
It showed that while Yang Qing's words seemed to have settled it, the green flame tree was not completely back to normal. Not that Yang Qing expected it to, given the nature of the present company, more so one of them.
"Thank you," Yang Qing softly whispered to the green flame tree, his hand still placed on the trunk. The green flame tree swayed gently from side to side in response.
