That would be n-nice if trees could listen to promises too...

( Is that humor? It sounds like she's making a joke but she also sounds pretty serious too, oops. She kneels down and slips her hand free, moving his hand to hold the orange too. They're holding onto it together and she presses into the skin to start peeling, letting him do the rest for himself, )

Y-you can call me Sakura. ( It's strange introducing herself again but he clearly doesn't remember her... ) It's... it's nice to meet you, Asato-kun. Um... welcome home.