Coco Bean sighed, at least mentally, as Althalus set up a fire. She walked over, slowly but steadily, and sat down with her legs crossed and back straight. For minutes, she listened. To what her companions said to each other, to the strange but interesting sounds of chewing and swallowing. Then she broke free of her thoughts, and focused on the conversation at hand. Althalus had begun talking about the Mages in the woods again. 

She tried to speak first, but her mind wandered, so she waited. After Grey put in his own thoughts, deeming it important to imply Coco herself wasn't in condition to fight for her home, she put both hands on her knees and twitched her leaves.

"This forest is my home. My brothers and sisters--They're in there. Who knows what those sick fleshlings are doing to them right now?" Coco asked, then stretched her legs and brought one knee up, upon which she rested her chin. "I've got to make sure they're doing okay. The Tree, the Cave, the other Foreas, all of them. So, I'm staying. I can't return to the College until I make sure they're safe." 

Coco then turned her head towards Grey, "I'm not wounded. It's just a bruise. I'm a tough tree." She mentioned as her leaves quivered and her chocolate scent strengthened for a moment, artefact blinking a pink light in rapid succession. That means she laughed.