[Long description: The comic closes with some vignettes of the workshop. A gallery of rush milkweed and mesquite and pine saplings and many, many seedlings watch over the room. In the center of it all, the Chief and the R.A. are sprawled out on a ratty little mattress on the floor. The Chief is still very changed, but she seems to be at ease— all her armor stripped off, and no mask in sight. The R.A. lays on her stomach. Her glasses, coat, and prosthetic leg are scattered around with the rest of her effects.]