Though they’ve only just met (and under less than ideal circumstances), Gaja’s grateful that Nam’s going to keep this terrain safe. Perhaps crashing here was fortunate after all. He’s pretty sure he’s far enough away from the trees… but he’s never certain. He could sputter out or blow up. It’s not up to him to decide how a lifecycle ends.

Gaja shifts to peer at Nam in his human form. Some inhabitant of the river, clearly, but what exactly isn’t clear to him. All he can sense is power and age. His expression turns curious. “How big is your real body?” If it’s large enough, he could sweep the hole closed when Gaja begins to burn. That will surely help to protect this land.