Rowan's eyes widen, both at the plant's lunge for the elf, and at Moss's decidedly unflattering language in trying to subdue it.  She's not sure the plant is capable of understanding him, but knows that if it is, and has any reasonable amount of intelligence, things are most likely going to go poorly for Moss indeed.  Unsure whether or not her own idea will work, never having attempted it on a plant before, she takes hold of the carving around her neck, using it as a focus for her magic, rather than carrying around random things to use in spells, as Moss seemed to.  Though really, she'd only seen him use the berries, so perhaps such were a unique way for him to focus his magic, as focused on plants as he was.  But now wasn't the time to be contemplating such things.  She only hopes none of the three of them will be injured, or do any injuring to the plant in turn.<br/><br/>PC:  Rowan casts sleep at second level, for a total of 32.