Margaret is on her way to work, walking instead of flying today so she can drink her coffee without spilling it, when she sees the cryptid. She's a truly far-out one, no limbs to speak of, just a long snaky body with a mirror for a face. Margaret smiles at her and goes to walk on by, but the cryptid slithers right at her all of a sudden and--hits?--Margaret with the giant mirror. Except she doesn't experience getting whacked with a sheet of glass.
Margaret doesn't know how to mime the concept of fertilizer, but she points at the plants and mimes them getting bigger.
The next days and weeks see the development of something of a routine. Margaret catches and cooks more fish; the crops of peanuts and various berries take to the local soil acceptably and start supplementing her arms as a food source; the three of them deliberately keep their sleep schedules out of sync.
Margaret's been bugging Sovi for a few words of the local language now and then, but she's sufficiently surprised and still-waking-up that she ends up saying "Hello?" in English.
"Oh, you do speak English! I'm Margaret. Are you, um, new? Or another stranded Earthling?"
"Ah. Well, pleased to meet you. Thanks for helping with the garden. Um, tell me about yourself?"
"So are you inherently really good at gardening, then? I'm still not totally clear on how this works."
"I'm mostly guessing. I know that plants need water and sunlight and nutrients in the soil, and that rotting stuff can provide the nutrients, and that it's a good idea to rotate which crops you grow in a given field from year to year."
"I've never made anybody and I'm worried I'd do it wrong. That I'd make a person and they'd be unhappy, or sick somehow, or wish I had made them differently."
"Sure, but she was made herself and probably understands it better than I do. I guess if she did a really good job maybe it's easier than it looks?"
"You do! You seem like a really cool person. Which might mean it's easy or might mean it's a good thing Sovi made you instead of me." Shrug.