The tree rustled its branches very softly in answer to Kai's whisper. Apparently it was on their side, or at least not on the fair folk's side.
(Or maybe it just wanted the game to keep going that much longer.)
They're... trees. I don't think they like My Little Elves, though, Emma answered as she did her best to keep up with Kai. It wasn't easy, but - and no, this wasn't in the brochures - the old school had trained her for this kind of thing. Sooner or later, we're going to have to turn this around on our new friends, right? You're good at that kind of thing, aren't you? Please?