"Oh--hmn." It's kind of tempting to leave him there, rooted to the spot, until someone else comes along to free him. But she's wet and tired and annoyed and stupid pipes will not fix themselves. Without the air of divinity around her, she just looks like a grumpy small twenty year old who got caught in the rain, pink skin aside. She pushes her hair back from her face and starts walking away, silent, but the vines around his legs slowly untwist, curling back down along the floor.

"I'll leave you to it then. I need to change."