[ There's nothing off about the tree, judging from Yukiko's expression, so why is it only his...? The uncertainty gets packed away and pushed to the side as Pharos approaches the tree, standing on the roots at the base so that he can place a hand on the bark. It's warm with the sun. ]

Hello, tree. My name is Pharos. There's a pine tree over there... do you see it? I'm sure there are many people who come by and look after it, and make sure it's watered and trimmed... But it could use a friend... when I'm no longer here.