[Whoa... What was all of this? So many sad memories and images. And WHOA! Why was Marco covered in blood?]

..... I am not worthy of such offerings of protection. I am just one heron. Nothing more, nothing less. All I can offer in return are my songs and the songs of my people. [There was no lie in the older woman's words.

Oh hey! HEY! She recognizes one of those flags! But not the other one. She couldn't help but to let out a few happy chirps as she recognizes the Whitebeard flag, finally landing on the ground....

Huh? What are they doing? Those are two very pirate-y flags ever she ever saw one. You know she kinda wants to ask about that little girl...]