Look, he was very good at finding lost things. And he'd much rather track down a missing trunk than go through the effort of digging his heart out of his chest again.

"Well, I wouldn't call it ripping--" because 'digging' was such a better word overall "--but yes, we Blackwoods are very literal when we talk about what we bury for our craft." His smile softened. "The heart of a witch is the Blackwood and the heart of the Blackwood is a witch," he quoted as he patted the oak, his new heart-tree.