Worry not, Great Sage. She was in the same boat. Her usual response to any and all problems was magic in some shape or form, and it was honestly embarrassing that it had taken longer than a minute for her to even suggest it. Had precarious angles and close proximity to the priest really rattled her so much she couldn't think straight? That alone brought another flush of color to her cheeks; and not for the first time she was glad for his inability to see how flustered she looked when she glanced up at him again.

"Do not remind me." She managed after a moment. Rezo would be able to hear the crackling of the sticky vines around her trapped hand as they froze over. He'd also be able to feel her carefully shift afterwards as the plants tendrils shattered, her hand free and her shears finally tossed off toward a safe patch of dirt nearby to be dealt with later. Doubtful they'd do much for the webs anyway.

"I will free your hand first. Be prepared to move it directly up about three inches and then back - you should be able to avoid getting stuck again." She said, reaching up to set her palm over the back of Rezo's captured hand; the sharp, cold touch of her ice spreading fast along the webs, breaking apart before he even thought to move back.