No matter who's doing it, it's impossible not to blush like a schoolgirl when that kind of gesture is given. Sina presses the tips of her fingers to her mouth with a grin that spills over into a laugh, uncomfortable as it is delighted. Then she tugs on Sorrel's hand, dropping to her knees and pressing her free palm flat to the ground.
"It's like healing," she explains, "healing a person. But instead of reaching into them, feeling how their body works, you're feeling the soil, the roots. Finding where something's wrong, and fixing it." Her palm glows a faint green, the soil beginning to stir.