[ Invisible and gathered in her skirts, Pattern hums. It's a latent, subtle buzzing, telling her to use him. Shallan grits her teeth, resistant to the suggestion. Shallan cannot use the blade that Pattern forms. She won't. If she were Radiant, perhaps, but there's no time for that.

However, she does track Noctis' indication back to the mother plant, a terrible writhing thing that seems to be creeping towards her now too. She starts to step back. ]

I can't begin to speculate without more information.

[ Except she has enough. It seems to be going after both of them — for food, maybe? That's all she can guess. ]

Are they biting you? Do they have teeth, or acid, or anything that might be trying to feed off of you?

[ She jams the heel of her ankle boot down into one of the vines creeping towards her and draws warily back. ]