"It's so frustrating," she admits, because there's nothing else to do when you're bound by magic flowers but to talk. The vines are getting more stubborn now, harder to tear, because they're getting more properly annoyed about things.

"The halls aren't safe, the decks aren't safe, and if the cabins aren't safe, then where is? Perhaps I'd feel different if I could see the threat, but as it is, every time I so much as sit down, there's a risk."

Of being lost in dreams, or spirited away by vines, or followed by ghosts that needed to stay in the past. There's no real end to it, and it wears on one's patience.