( every word is grating on felicity's already-rattled nerves, thanks. but she doesn't hesitate to send a wave of rot to the dislodged flowers - teamwork makes the dream work! )

If you want to get eaten, do it somewhere else. ( a simple sidestep from another assault, matched with fire swirling around her legs before it dies out again- keen eyes may notice felicity's hands are slowly turning black, but it's probably fine. ) I am a witch. Probably not whatever you're thinking, but we need to ease up on the fire. Switch between other plant-unfriendly options, or we're going to just light ourselves and our only shelter up.