Aethril was tired, it seemed, but Pollen hadn't noticed- she was too busy flicking around the tip of the vine-whip around one finger, curling it this way and that. She flicked her ears up at enchanting, though- an actual whip, maybe? She frowned down to the vines- why couldn't she use those? Could they not be enchanted?

She sighed very gently. Ah, well- that was the price to pay, she supposed. At least she could use this if she didn't find a weapon, then?

Curling the plant back up on her arm, Pollen tucked it in and came up to Aethril's side, smiling when she saw her work. She even got a very nice! Oh, she loved the praised, and shut her eyes in happiness for a brief moment.

They were going back, though, and that was fine, too. "Okay," was all the little muta said, ready to head back with her Hand.

Overall? Quite a successful day!