"Thank you...I think it took my cane as well, but it can't break that."

It is, to be sure, just peeping out of the leaves nearby, but Helena leans into Crabb, trusting her to make sure she doesn't get hurt. The plant is almost mournful now, clinging even as the weight pulls them back and away. No prize, no corpse to keep. Just disappointment all around.

"But to address your point...sometimes being poetic gets you in trouble you don't even think is a problem. That I know well enough."