[For once, Moro is using her journal! Her voice comes over the journal, sounding strangely serene. There's a touch of sadness, but overall, she seems content.]
I am aware that my daughter was known, and loved, by some humans. She has returned to where she belongs. There are things still in this den, from her memories of all of you.
I do not care greatly for any of you. I still do not trust many of you.
But she did. And that is something that you should know. Do not dare disrespect that.
[Even with that closing threat, Moro doesn't seem to be untrusting, threatened, or angry.]
You now have but one forest god. And I will defend these trees until I die doing so.
I am aware that my daughter was known, and loved, by some humans. She has returned to where she belongs. There are things still in this den, from her memories of all of you.
I do not care greatly for any of you. I still do not trust many of you.
But she did. And that is something that you should know. Do not dare disrespect that.
[Even with that closing threat, Moro doesn't seem to be untrusting, threatened, or angry.]
You now have but one forest god. And I will defend these trees until I die doing so.