[For a moment, she can only blink at him. Why are there so many nice people here? Is it only because they don't know...?
She shakes that thought off, following his instructions and slowly easing the little tree into the hole. Then she crouches beside him, going back to what she was doing earlier. Every now and then, she casts him a sidelong glance, as if to ask 'Is this okay?' She's still doing most of it herself, after all, and it's better to get help and have the tree live than the other option.]