[Rinoa's question makes her laugh in a rather unabashed way. She grins so wide that she even bares her teeth. She must look incredibly silly in those moments to the objective eye. And it's not like anyone here, even Cloud, would really know what she's trying to do, though she doesn't have to have her hands in the earth to feel or communicate with any of it.

At least, not back home.]

Well... kind of! [As her laughter dies down, she tries to compose herself well enough to offer a better explanation.] I really like plants and flowers, so I'm used to getting my hands dirty and doing stuff like this. I planted flowers all around my house and there's a church back home that has flowers, too, and I tend to them. This is kind of just like... a really big flowerbed.

[Divine, in other words. Or something akin to it.

She looks sympathetic and patient as Rinoa continues, nodding along slowly. For the apprehension that many people are experiencing, which is absolutely fair, things could definitely be worse. She's grateful that they aren't.]

I don't think there's anything we lose by helping them out. They need help. We're in a position where we can help. It's what we should be doing.

[It's just that simple.]