Something about apples, falling, and trees?

Basilisk would see how his words seemed to give her drive. Perhaps having something to do, something to worry about other than herself helped her. But she got back out there, stepping out of the comfort of his shadow as she moved through the market. She wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t expect her to be cured in a day. He was just proud of how willing she was to try, to push herself.

When she got to the end of the row, Basilisk trotting a few paces behind her, he stepped forward and kissed her brow. Pulling out some of Wylan’s honey treats that he’d picked up on the way and holding them out in his paw. “For a job well done.” He explained to her.

"Basilisk"