The girl seemed not to notice Ziah's words as her fingertips clawed gently at her leg, expecting some further miracle from its former floral captor.  The young girl slumped onto her bared backside as she finally wrapped both arms around Ziah's toned, leather-clad leg, her hands encircled around her thigh and calf.  She seemed to be trying to nuzzle her lips and cheek against that roughened leather, like some lost pet!<br/><br/>Ziah's body still ached from the sheer exertion of the battle, but the burning sensation from the plant's attempts to poison her were at least starting to dull slightly.  Every minute passing, the open air on her wounds helped to lift away some of the awful sensations - she was fortunate that none of the barbed thorns from the plant's tendrils managed to snag at all.  From here, the only way out of the Grotto was the way that they came in - the path to her right would return them back down the modest mountainside to the entrance of the Tangle, while the left lead deeper into the forest again, sloping back down.<br/><br/>The girl squirmed a little as Ziah stood up, forcing her to stand as well, her knees wobbling.  Her light blonde hair was in a mess, draping over Ziah's shoulder, sprinkling a few stray twigs and leaves here and there.  Her glass-eyed expression continued to dominate her face, but she kept looking intently at the tiefling woman, mumbling as her hands just clenched tightly around Ziah's waist...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>