[ Don't you? she wonders. She's packing in the dirt after she's planted the yellow bloom, but she also freezes for the moment, thinking such a response might be too aggressive (or something). Especially if this guy starts hacking up a lung again any minute. ]

Yeah. It makes me wonder what we were "Chosen" for and why these Gods of theirs are so great.

But I don't have any evidence right now to really put together any answers, so I guess you could say I'm still in info-gathering mode.