After careful calculation, I decided it was more beneficial to save the planet than allow total destruction over time.

Indeed.

I am not at all influenced by the threat of suicide if I fail to save the family of my Chaos Alchemist-To-Be.

At.

All.

Now of course…

How to save a planet…

I’m not really a ‘save’ kind of Tree.

I’m more of a melt and eat kind of Tree.

Melting and eating do not contribute much to saving, at least not in this situation.

So…of course…I’m doomed.

I really wish I had help right about now…

A finger poked me, but I ignored it.

I really wish Dryad was awake right now.

Poke.

Poke.

POKE.

I whacked the offending finger, and seconds later I was in sub-orbital flight.

Oh dear…Dryad woke up…

After teleporting back to the ground, I went through another question and answer session.

This one, was more…physically motivating.

After I finished, Dryad explained to me in small polite words what would happen if I ever experimented on her again.

It was sufficient knowledge to make me understand the gravity of such a mistake occurring.

“Hmph, now that that’s done with. How are you going to save the planet?” Dryad said, while tapping her foot.

What?

I never thought for a second Dryad waking up would be helpful!