It's taken time to recover from the events of the previous month, the damage running deeper than the little cuts that had broken across his dry lips or the ones on his upper arm he'd added with a knife on his own for proof that he was okay, he still had time, and he wasn't going to die in that version of the world filled only with dust and the broken. The miracle of his cure and escaping may have been kept out of his reach for most of his time there, but that didn't matter.

He was back now, able to stand in front of the gold coin tree that had withered away to nothingness, and know that its roots were secure, healthy, and ready to drink in the magic that would help it grow before...it really was too late. Better as he was, Cat knows that coming back to the same day he'd been jumped years forward didn't erase his body of all the disease the same way it erased the dates.

It would be fine. He was back. The tree was here, his hope. Blue was here, his friend. The day was here! Today! Well, the day of the start, anyway, since it would still take a long time, even if it won't be the years he doesn't have. Cat looks expectantly over to the woman with his hands in his hips, trying to not buzz out of his skin with energy he can't direct into anything else. He can't exactly do anything to help with this. Like, what, should he be a cat about it? He already is!

"So, you're ready, right? The tree's ready?"