Tellara looked at her furry companion, gasping loudly as it 'accidentally' teased her sensitive areas. She scolded the nightsabre, quickly apologising as she saw the cut over it's ribs. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry little one!" She fretted, prising it from the soft linen coverings. She gently pushed the sabre over, exposing it's large, flat belly. She instinctively placed a hand over the cut, expecting it to seal up instantaneously. Then she withdrew her hands in dismay, remembering her circumstances, just before a trickle of green light showed through from her palm. Her face instantly lit up, as her mana flared into life again. She almost punched the air in a show of victory, but remembered her composure. She then turned her head back to all the vegetation with her friend duly healed. She headed over to the door, avoiding all the ivy and creepers. She moved her hand to the door, but the vines peppered with thorns quickly grew to envelop the door handle. Her mind raced quickly as she gazed at the odd growth. 'I... I'm trapped?'<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>