Kieta slept well, cocooned in the softness of her plants. That is, until she was rudely awoke to the sound of cursing, thrashing, and hacking. She was quick to wake and become alert, trained to never let her guard down while traveling. Her own cocoon of plants retreated, drawing her dagger and expecting to find that they were being ambushed.
This was only to find Trest, covered in leaves and flowers. A light, lyrical laugh escaped her throat as she watched him struggle against plants which had already ceased to grow. "At least you weren't strangled in the night by them?" She thought it funny to suggest such a thing happening... As much as people liked to think plants dumb, they were often quite intelligent. And being intelligent, they could easily read her emotions, and reacted to them. This meant that, when she was not quite in control of her magic, that at least her green magic wouldn't kill her allies. He, of course, didn't know this, and so she used it to her advantage. "What, were you not kept warm by them?"