Milkweed and the Marrow of Bones

A soft, lovely voice that sung of joy and tasted of aster called out to me from the darkness. It said:

"With morning-dew dripping from your lips and soil clinging to your bones, arise my spirit of a flower. May you bloom once again."

-and suddenly the sun greeted me, bright and blinding.

Or, alternatively: Uruha Rushia, a young student of the Demonic-Realm Academy, revives someone to keep her company.