Pulling herself free from the sticky tangle of vines likely wouldn't have caused more than a mild discomfort. And upon seeing his leg caught, she had moved to try and assist - more than willing to sacrifice a few strands of her hair in favor of helping Rezo first.

"Stay still, I can--" too late. Her eyes widened and she instinctively jerked back, hands up to brace for an impact that never fully came, palm pressed to the priest's shoulder only a few inches away from her. In stumbling back so quickly, she had only tangled herself worse, the hand holding her shears now caught in one of the webs, her head cocked back as more of the plants grasped at the ivory strands. She grimaced, and was suddenly glad he could not see the flush of violet that heated her cheeks, nor the brightness of her leylines.

"Oh dear." That summed it up pretty well.