"Who is who, liitle one?" Grandma asked confused.
"Honestly?" Taro questioned. "Full recovery? Slim, but look at me, sis. I lost so much blood that day I was on the verge of death and I still bare the marks of the past as a painful reminder. But I'm happy. I have something to live for, and even when I had nothing I just carried on. What about you?" He looked over to her back, where a big scar showing that a large chunk of flesh had been ripped out. "That sharptooth dealt you quite a blow, we all thought you dead and here you are. We're survivors, Jenna, and I'm sure Littlefoot will make it through too."