Good. When it flinched back, they wondered if it had, in fact, been looking for fruit in the first place at all, and might've seen their attempt to help as trying to drive it off with tree bits instead.

Blink. Cool, it can talk. They were wondering if they were dealing with somebody like Dogs (lesser and greater).

Frisk starst glancing around for more good-looking branches. Not too far to their left. "Can get you more," they say, already leaning over to reach. "Think you can catch some when I do? So you don't need to eat it all off the ground, and stuff."