Looking on while he studied the roots Lily cast one more glance back at the tree itself, a little less fearful now, seeing that Eleven had been shaken but seemed to be warming back up, however slightly. Whatever the tree had done to him really wasn't harmful, at least, not as much as she had originally feared it might be.

"It's called transfiguration, you make something into something else. I can't make food, at least not good food, but tea's straightforward enough if you practice it." It wasn't an easy subject to master by any means - as her quest for a good cup of tea would indicate.

"Are you still cold? If you can't make it back to the farm I can build a fire quickly, further away from the tree." Considering its roots, and the way Eleven said it had drained him, she didn't want to accidentally hurt it and make it angry. "Will you tell me what your magic is called, too?"