"And I'm Fever."

Undead. That explains the look. And not one of Umberlee's, or she wouldn't be acting like gods personally stole the food from her mouth.

"Okay. Say I believe you without question. That this demiplane is cut off from death's normal processes. I still don't know you well enough to sacrifice three days that I could use to keep getting my bearings. I can try to get rid of the plants for you, though."