Cordimis is definitely more focused on walking over to the tree than thinking about the bear now behind her, after their first battle she definitely trusts Kesili and probably assumes she was cleaning her blade or something. Cordimis was not on high alert and she’s none the wiser :)

Trix lowers her bow as she scans the area for any more hostiles. Realizing the area is secure, she stands erect and begins stowing her weapon. 

“I been with some scrappers in my time, but you folks sure can hold yer own! Everybody OK?”

Cordimis will place a hand on Hyacinth's shoulder and gesture to the treant with her other hand, "Did she tell you anything useful at the end?" Right after saying that, she'll turn to the rest of the group, "And does anyone have an idea of where to go next? Keep going in the same direction?"

(Hyacinth still has a chance to briefly communicate with the treant before it fully dies)

(Don’t forget about the sleeping old man)

Trix will walk over to the sleeping man. And attempt to gently wake him. (If that fails, she’ll start going through his pockets and placing the contents on his chest in full view of the others)

Seeing Trix walk over, Cordimis will follow as helping someone seems more pressing in the moment. If Trix can't wake him, Cordimis will reach within herself and towards Lathander for aid. "I don't know if this will work, but it's worth a shot." She'll close her eyes and still her mind, focusing on the feeling and sight of a sunrise breaking through the dark of night.
When her eyes reopen, they flare gold again as she says one word: "Wake." (she casts Command at the man, speaking in common, Wisdom save DC 14 -- it's up to the DM if it works)

The old man snaps awake and bolts upright into a sitting position! White hair swirls around and away from his face in all directions. He rubs his eyes, yawns, and gives an almighty stretch. Dirt and moss crumble off of his clothes as he moves. Presently he pulls himself together, his eyes focus on you lot, and he realizes you’re all watching him. A bit self-consciously, he says,

“Oh, hullo there, umm… am I awake now? Or are you new dream figments?” 

Trix, preparing to examine the old man’s things, was able to notice a curious sort of medallion around his neck. Seems like some sort of clear orange stone, perhaps amber, in a circular shape, mounted on a green background, and secured to a leather cord for the necklace.

“I’ve been called a lot of things, but *figment’s* a new one!” Trix says partially to herself.

trix puts a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Easy there, mister. What’s the last the last thing you remember?”

"It worked! I'm very much real and not a dream, I'm Cordimis." She'll put a hand on her chest as she speaks her name and then kneel down, a respectable foot or two away to give the man space. Looking at him with gentle eyes she will ask, "What should we call you, sir?"

Kesili wiggles free from under the bear, feeling the surge of energy coursing through her veins from the life essence she had absorbed. She stows her bow and begins to catch up with her companions, just as the old man stirs and wakes up. Her sharp eyes take in the scene, noticing Trix examining the curious medallion around the man's neck.

Kesili steps closer, but stays a little behind the group, listening to the exchange between the old man and her companions. She feels a flicker of curiosity at his mention of dreams and figments. The forest's mysteries seem to deepen with each encounter. As Cordimis introduces herself and asks the old man for his name, Kesili keeps a close watch on the man's reactions, trying to gauge his state of mind and any clues he might unintentionally reveal.

The old man puts a hand to his head in befuddlement.

“My name, my name…. Let me see.. I seem to have left my name somewhere, in one of my dreams. Or did someone take it?”

His hands pat down the various pockets of his clothes, sending out little poufs of dirt and plant spores, as though his name might be an object on his person, and threatening to cause his decayed clothing to completely break apart. Then the hands find the medallion at his chest, hanging from the leather cord around his neck, and he fingers it impulsively.

“Or maybe I traded it… for this thing. Yes, perhaps that was it.”

He looks back at you all and a note of pleading enters his voice.

“It appears that I am no longer in possession of a name. But if you give one to me… of course I have nothing of value to offer in return, save for this medallion. I don’t think I need it any more, so I would be willing to trade it for a good name.”

Trix’s face lightens up.

”Oooo! ‘Regalius’!!! No! Uhh,  ‘Omicron’! Ooo that’s a good one too!’

Kesili steps forward, her expression kind and thoughtful. "A name is powerful," she says softly. "Trix, I like your suggestions—Regalius and Omicron are strong, regal names." She turns to the old man, "How about 'Sylvanus' or 'Thorne'? Both carry the strength and mystery of these ancient woods." Kesili smiles at him. "If you're willing to part with the medallion, we'd be honored to accept it if one of these names resonates with you."

Trix nods eagerly at Kesili, approving her name suggestions then turns back to the man and scans the amulet to determine what it’s made of as well as any unusual characteristics.
(Investigation: 23)

"You have so many choices, you should pick a first name and a surname! That would make you very official. Something like Omicron Thorne is strong, and it would be a fun story to tell at a tavern in the future. That's the name of a friend anyone would be lucky to have." Cordimis smiles, trying to win the man over with enthusiasm and hope for a better future. She's trying to paint a picture of a future where he's laughing among friends in a tavern far from this forest that has seemingly taken almost everything from him.

“I shall accept the name of Omicron Thorne, if you are willing to trade it for this medallion. I have no need of it any more. I shall make may way to the Church of Flora and Fauna, and from there I may yet regain my dreams, but this time in the waking world… yes, wouldn’t that be something…” 

His eyes go unfocused as he is obviously getting lost in some reverie. But he snaps out of it and hands the medallion to Trix.

“Paths in that direction are all strange and unpredictable, so the medallion would be of no use. I hope you find better applications for it.”

Trix, as described earlier, it’s a circular piece of amber, set against a green stone background that you believe to be jade, hanging on a leather cord. Inside the amber, with close scrutiny, you can see some minute specks or perhaps grains of sand which catch the light and throw it back in winking sparkling fashion. It rather seems like there’s a constellation of stars frozen in the amber. 

Trix handles the necklace with two fingers and set it down on the ground next to her.

”Thank you, Omicron. Uhh, what does it…do?”

Kesili watches the old man accept his new name with a satisfied smile. As Trix inspects the medallion, Kesili turns her attention to the felled tree, searching for anything of significance. (Perception: 19)

Kesili returns to the group, speaking softly but firmly. "Omicron Thorne, thank you for the medallion. We must continue our search for the witch with yellow eyes. Let's press on, every moment counts."

She gestures towards the direction they were heading, eager to resume their journey.

Kesili sees that the green lady’s visage has been translated into natural furls and ridges of bark of the tree, now frozen in place with furrowed brows, closed eyes, and a frown, as though she were in pain in her final moments. The tree otherwise appears ordinary, as though it had been pulled out of the ground, and the trunk is hewn open with burned and rotted out streaks from Hyacinth’s magic-laced attacks. It seems to you that the geeen lady had somehow merged with a normal tree to animate it.

Omicron says to Trix, “Oh, it can guide your actions, if you’re open to that. I now go to where no guide may lead. Farewell, travelers! Thanks for the name, it feels like a strong one, I shall guard it more closely than my last one!”

He will then amble away into the forest, in a southerly direction.

Before this detour you were following the crowned forest kings in an east direction, hoping to find the witch. 

(chance for rp/discussion, I’ll update again later today I think)