"Hmph," Jalika grunted again, "Alright," she said unevenly. "I'll go witchu, but," she took a wobbling step toward him, holding a wavering finger in his general direction, "Those not-exactly-spies keep and eye on the grove while I'm gone, okay?" 

When the White Lotus man agreed she flung her arms into the air, "Okay! You hire a ferry for me?" She could fly on a spider-moth, and they were willing to let her, but she preferred not to make them. If she needed a ride, she could call them from a distance with a special mix of pollens she kept in a bag.