"That's ok" The youngster replied with a sympathetic smile.
Slipping onto her own knees Eve used her own hands to push herself closer to Ivy. She stopped next to the green woman and placed her left palm on the floor, her fingers an inch short of the liquid substance - mitochondria at it's most basic form.
"I want to help... anyway I can."
With that the puddle on the floor began to shift, being drawn into the center point where it formed the shape of a large fern. Slowly but surely the orange fluid began to form the solid shape, as green and healthy as one would have expected it to be normally.