Being caught between the two attitudes looked to be working perfectly; a few weeds outright drooped at Glorfindel's sorrow.

No one wants to make an elf sad, not these plants!

Nita shifted her stance to watch the weeds shuffle themselves off, doing something involving their roots that wasn't quite 'pick themselves up and walk away', but more of an underground endeavor.

And she smiled. "I think we make a great team. Thank you so much for the help!" she added, looking back at Glorfindel now.