At least someone finds this situation adorable. She pouts, as much as a youthful tree-thing can pout, turning in place to try to get a hang on how it works to move with the root-legs. Weird. So very, very weird.

"Radar -"

Her voice isn't quite the same either, needing to move in an entirely different fashion to become speech, changed by a wooden rasp, but still recognizable as her.

"I've never been a tree before."

Has she? Hasn't she? All these thoughts about growth and roots and spring coming, it must have latched onto the ideas and used them as fuel for the transformation. What does she do? What do tree-people do? She's certainly not inclined to go among the Brutoks.

At least Radar can feel taller than someone for a while.