“Salutations, little crow." Out of breath, in greeting. Currently being crushed by a tree.

“I may…be passing on to a new realm…but there is no need to fret for me. I…will soon be at peace.” Passing away, patient sounding

“Child, listen to me, and listen well. When one loses everything, they have everything to gain. They are given infinite choices, infinite paths, and a chance to start anew. It takes time, but with patience and strength you can overcome the pain of loss. I, Tommen the Wise, swear upon…my…name… that you shall fly again.” Monologue it the way you think is best, hopeful is the tone