"Dusks. One of the lowest forms of Nobody. They are not very strong, but they have an excellent sense of perception." Best to immediately let the other know that that little trick he had done to destroy one of the Dusks had not impressed him all that much. Especially not considering how tired Kuja looked afterwards.
Turning his head a little, Marluxia let his smile become more pronounced as he pressed his fingers against the rough bark. "Dead? Perhaps." He reached deep within the withered old wood with his gift, coaxing until something sparked into life and when he removed his hand, a small, green branch unfurled from the tree, delicate and frail. "Or perhaps she just needs someone to give her a little bit of attention." He didn't tell Kuja that the little sapling would no doubt die if he didn't attend to it daily until it had strengthened but he didn't need to know that.