[Brow knitting, she regards him with a slightly hazy look that probably could be taken to indicate she's uncertain why he saw fit to explain what fertilizer was. (If she were a bit less out of sorts and could see herself, she'd understand perfectly.) Focus shifting for a moment, she shakes her head to clear it, and then she's planting a hand to help herself stand. Her legs feel a little shaky after that, but she seems to be managing.]

I don't-- I don't think so.

[She's recovering quite well, actually, now that she's had a moment, and by the time she's upright appears to have gathered her wits. It's difficult for a girl like her, who has always existed in such isolation, to adjust to a situation like this one; there's so much going on and everything happens so fast, so much faster than she's used to. It's like having lived one's whole life in slow motion and suddenly being shot into hyper-speed, where everything depends on quick thinking and expedient reaction when she's used to slow and plodding forethought. Sharper-eyed, now, she glances again with greater clarity at the tree that almost crushed her and then back to him, mouth down-turned and more conspicuously apologetic than before.]

I-- thank you. For saving me, I mean. I just wish it hadn't been necessary. [A momentary pause; she seems to realize something.] Were you the one shouting, just now?