After careful calculation, I decided it was more beneficial to save the planet than allow total destruction over time.

　　Indeed.

　　I am not at all influenced by the threat of suicide if I fail to save the family of my Chaos Alchemist-To-Be.

　　At.

　　All.

　　Now of course&

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　　How to save a planet&

　　I`m not really a save` kind of Tree.

　　I`m more of a melt and eat kind of Tree.

　　Melting and eating do not contribute much to saving, at least not in this situation.

　　So&of course&I`m doomed.

　　I really wish I had help right about now&

　　A finger poked me, but I ignored it.

　　I really wish Dryad was awake right now.

　　Poke.

　　Poke.

　　POKE.

　　I whacked the offending finger, and seconds later I was in sub-orbital flight.

　　Oh dear&Dryad woke up&

　　After teleporting back to the ground, I went through another question and answer session.

　　This one, was more&physically motivating.

　　After I finished, Dryad explained to me in small polite words what would happen if I ever experimented on her again.

　　It was sufficient knowledge to make me understand the gravity of such a mistake occurring.

　　"Hmph, now that that`s done with. How are you going to save the planet?" Dryad said, while tapping her foot.

　　What?

　　I never thought for a second Dryad waking up would be helpful!