Fortunately for the presence this is not the strangest thing to happen to Wangji. He feels the drain cease and takes his hand away, gives it a little shake to get the blood flowing and then crouches down to do as he's bid.

"Not alone, but with others like yourself? Or similar?" Wangji muses, earth getting under his nails in a way he isn't sure he likes. He gently plucks the root ball from the ground, trying not to leave anything behind and then takes it to the hole he was directed to.

"Will the plant be crucial for our success?" He asks as he sets it down and wonders if he needs to fill the hole with dirt.