Persephone has quite the collection of crystals now, wandering a little further afield in her search for them now. Glancing up at him, she gestures out with one hand, the vine unfurling a single rose bud around her wrist.

"I couldn't do it is all." It's a punishment that would be more than she could take. Stood frozen, no connection to the world beyond keeping track of the date, the season, the world around her changing slowly without her influence. Idly, she wonders what his world did to get that sort of wrath.

"So it wasn't just you though. Were there more beside you and your friend? Had others woken earlier or later than you?"