(Honestly, I thought the fledgling tree was supposed to be a grave marker. That she died, and the tree was planted in her honor. But it was recent, so it's not full-grown yet. I... read a lot into tiny details.)

Jin pulled Korlash's shirt over her head. The neck was wide enough to nearly show one of her shoulders. The sleeves hung past her hands, and the hem of the shirt had settled past her hips. "They will have to... what is the words... get used to me." She lifted her arm and brought it to her nose, inhaling. It was the same subtle scent as the sheets of his bed, and this time it brought an image of Korlash's smile. She realized she'd never seen him so happy as before that moment. She smiled broadly, and felt a sudden tingly warmth in the pit of her belly. "And they will have to get used to you. I do not know why they look strange at you. There is nothing wrong with how you look."