She wouldn’t have thought herself to be the gardening type, but for the sake aiding another, she could adopt the persona for a time. Her kneeling form was drawn completely to the ground, situating herself upon folded limbs as she looked at the remaining tuffs of foliage that needed tending. Obviously the weeds would have to be pulled, but perhaps by a more elegant means than the violent upturn of soil that the woman had in mind. Perhaps she could use her claws as some kind of a tool, she pondered, already prodding the tips of her formidable claws into the hard, weed burdened soil.
An ear twitched then swung toward the sound of rummaging made by the inductee. At her mumbled words, she turned to see the offered tool and carefully took it between her fingers. It looked nothing like the trowel in Neela’s grasp, but would indeed serve the purpose of their task. Patiently she watched as Neela returned to her chore, her once idle form now coming to life with purpose, mirroring her ministrations to tend the flora. Their rhythm was methodic but strangely soothing, bringing the faintest smile upon the troubled woman’s lips. It wasn’t as bad as she thought… in fact it was relaxing. And with the two of them working productively in this comfortable silence, there was no doubt in her mind that together they would finish in a timely manner.