"Perhaps whatever lives here is, um, is as startled by tonight's happenings as we are." Giles falls into step just behind Helios, appreciating the other man's efforts to keep the trees out of their path.

"I thought something or, um, someone, might actually be controlling them from a distance. Giving them sentience, rather than, um, their having sentience to start with. All plants are, um, are aware, to some degree, but true sentience is...well, something else entirely."

There's a moment's hesitation, before Giles ventures another comment: "Do you, um, do you want to stay..."apart" for, for whatever's about to happen?"

He's still having a bit of difficulty with the concept of possession, even if, well, they had proven that it was manageable without any real mental strain.