With her room mate just hurt in front of her, Sylvia growled deep in her throat, summoning her magic and lashing her staff out at the scarf, immediately immobilizing it with think roots and vines. "What the hell is that thing? Clothing should not be doing that." She said, kneeling down next to it to inspect it. It lashed out at her repeatedly, but the vines held firm, keeping it from hurting her. "Do you need some more to heal...?" She said, offering up her wrist to the vampire. She smiled shyly, a purple glow entering her eyes while purple sparks twirled around her head.