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Elphaba wandered down the forest path. Fog crept along the gnarled roots of the trees and clung to the branches. Elphaba could just make out a dark figure in the mist. It moved toward her, but she did not feel threatened.
She reached out and called to the figure. Blue-diamond fingers wove through her emerald ones. He felt so alive.
"I thought you were dead," she told the figure.
"I am alive in your heart and in our son," he answered.
"Liir is not our son."
"Stop lying to yourself, Fae. You know he is."
Elphaba swallowed back her tears. "How can I teach him? I have no motherly instinct. I barely had a mother myself."
"Talk to him. Show him the world. He will start to repeat you. Most importantly, you have to love him."
"I am incapable of love. Ever since I lost you, I have been numb."
"Have faith, Fae. I believe in you." He kissed her and turned to leave.
"Yero!" she called to his retreating figure. He did not turn back. "Don't go," she whispered.
Elphaba tried her best to follow Fiyero's other worldly advice in the following year. She would talk to Liir and encourage him to name plants and objects around the mauntery. It was a slow process at first. Elphaba would often feel frustrated at the end of the day. Eventually, Liir learned to communicate with his mother and the other maunts. Despite his newfound skill, Liir still preferred to spend his days in quiet observation.
The year Liir turned five, Elphaba was assigned to the ward for incurables as a nurse. She tended to the terminally ill and the dying. She changed sheets, cleaned bed pans, and administered medication. When a patient died, she would arrange their wrists on top of the pure white sheet and utter the nonsense words of scripture that seemed to help. She could handle the dying. That is, until Tibbett arrived.