Ginko stopped at the top of the ledge, watching JW slide down before his gaze drifted to the tree.

...It did strike him as important somehow. The grass, the mark, were hints, certainly. Under different circumstances, he may not have noticed that spot at all. But now that his attention had been drawn to it, it was hard not to.

He lifted one hand in a small wave, tucking the other into his pocket. "Good luck with the future."