Reira stares at the tree. She's no Steven, but she didn't think it was in pain...

Plant feelings are weird and don't really make a lick of sense though. So she nods. "Umn. I guess so. But if the magic isn't coming out right still, what will you practice on now?"

Because seriously, anything could happen at this point. And that's a bit frightening.

...She decides to ignore that her 'squirrel' has now returned to the table to try and sit on the tree somehow.