"I..." - Sequoia who still hadn't came to herself was staring at Jonah uninterruptedly and weighting all the pros and cons of believing him and believing in what she saw just a second ago. Sequoia, cute little Sequoia, you never was a Gaian in the same way as others, you never had any sacral feelings to Gaia except loving it for the beautiful mountains, forests noisy of all the birds and animals and leafs rustling underfoot and overhead. Sequoia, clever little Sequoia who was a common sense advocate and the upholder of stern logic of being, struggling for what she understood against what she understood. "...will trust you".