Nali raised an eyebrow as the tree-spirit's outstretched hand passed through her own. "If it's the..." But of course, Siri was off. Because no one at the Cirque seemed to understand the concept of self-preservation from what she could tell? They were all perfectly happy to run off into danger, even if they were not built for such a thing. The kind, mostly-incorporeal being that lived in the Wishing Tree was a prime example.
In the next moment, Jadon had joined them. She felt him arrive as much as she saw or heard him – his magic was different, but still recognizable. Fae in nature, although not the same as her own. He seemed to pulse with a natural energy of his own, green and earthy, solid. Nali had her own earthy energy; her figure was solid, her bones made of stone themselves – only her Fae nature allowed for her ease of movement. (Some things about the Fae would never make sense, after all; they defied explanation.)
"I believe the tree is unhurt," she answered, frowning off in the direction that Siri had gone. "The tree-spirit is worried. Something is here. I'll check on her – keep an eye on the tree?" She did not understand the irony of her request, of course. A ripple of magic, and the flesh-and-bone woman had gone, replaced by the much heavier tread of her Guardian form, a pearl-and-obsidian-skinned tiger.
It was this that bounded off after Siri, covering much more ground in her shifted form than otherwise.