Sabina, my loving hamadryad! she’s Carlos’s mother, yep that’s why he has that tree like arm. Here’s a little backstory.

“There’s a young witch who used to read and study under a young alder tree, he was shy but brave. But one day he stops coming and the young alder tree weeps, weeps and weeps.

One stormy night, a loud crash sound ashore, the shipwreck’s wind bring the unconscious sigh of the young witch, he may die there. She has to move, cover him with her leaves, shield him from the storm. She has to move.

And move she did. But her newfound legs were still still like logs.

So she crawls. Snaping leaves and branches

Hers or others? She doesn’t mind.

She reaches him, covers his body and shields him from the storm, until the first rays of morning swept through her branches, his eyes open, and when focus, his smile’s warm rival the sun.

He made it, finally at home, beneath the shelter of his longing love, the young alder tree.”

“Perhaps love is like a resting place,
a shelter from the storm.
It exists to give you comfort,
it is there to keep you warm.”

Perhaps Love – John Denver