( For a moment, the tree doesn't move - it's branches swaying with the wind. Very tentatively, Basil reaches over, place his hands on the trunk. He offers his own smile. )

I... I think you're in good hands. What he does might hurt, but... uhm, you'll feel much better, in the end.

( He may not know who this stranger is, but he knows that... not everyone would really believe in what he had to say. People don't normally think that plants might have feelings, but they were very much alive just like any other living creatures. It seemed that way in this dream-like world especially. )

Maybe-- you could give it another try now.