She seems to have trouble thinking of an answer to that. "Dunno? I've been here for... a long time? Back when there was, like, only one flower? And now, look at all my pretty babies! They alllllllll came out of me!" She seems quite pleased by this, "I wanna stay forever and keep making more pretty flower babies!"

"Gag me with a spoon." She wants to throw up. She wants to burn these fucking things. But - "Fuck. Interfering already burned me once. What if this is a fuckup waiting to happen too..."

.......

"Hey," she calls out, "I'm Wynn. You got any family? Would they be worried about you?"

"Hi, Wynn!" She takes a deep breath, and loses it in a fit of giggling. "Ummmm... like other people?" giggles, "Yeah, I used to live with other people once! It's like, sooooo hard to remember, I was so old then! Now, the only other people are those nice men who come to play with my babies!" She pouts, "They never want to stay, though..."

Her ears perk up, wait what. 'Nice men'. This sex pollen could be ... It could probably sell well, if it keeps, it's really damn strong stuff.

She forms a Suspicion. One that makes her angry.

"...Hey, did the nice men put you here?"

She nods eagerly, "Yeah! I was, like, too old and sick to help them, so they brought me to my flower! I'm alllllll better now!"

Huh.

Huh.

...Yeah, well. Last resort, and only if she makes arrangements to be rescued. And only in, like, fifty years. Still that changes things. That changes kind of a lot of things.

"Wow, that's great! If you're all better now, maybe you could leave. Go say hi to the people you used to know. D'you want to go say hi? Look for them?"

Either 'them', really.

"I can take you there and back fast. I'm pretty magic."

She seems to think about this for a while. "It gets a little lonely here sometimes," she admits, "But my flower's really nice! I guess it'd be better with more people around?"

"Being lonely's bad for you! I think we should look for other people. You can always come back if you want to later."

She seems to think about it a bit, then giggles. "I can't go anywhere, silly! I'm, like, realllllly stuck! And it'd hurt my flower if I went away! Um... if you have to go, maybe bring me a friend when you come back?"

She bites her thumb, thinking and muttering.

""Rescuing"" someone from a shitty situation while hurting their abuser. That's the frame of reference that most - fits this. It's not helping that she has no idea if the flowers are people. They don't seem like it, but they're kind of ... Aliens? They could think in an entirely separate modality to her and have rich inner lives while being mindless tentacle-waving things on the outside.

It sounds stupid but she can't rule it out.

You don't know all the details of another's situation. Your well-meaning meddling can just make everything worse. Make a social or mental situation that was stable-ish blow up catastrophically.

Because she just burned an innocent person by fucking with things she doesn't understand and lashing out at an injustice is, perhaps, making her a bit too hesitant here.

Imagine you hadn't met Luna. Just this person. What would that Wynn do?

Burn the fucking thing and then heal the poor soul repeatedly. Obviously.

'It's for your own good'. She's heard dozens of stories of that being the by-line just before everything fucks up. CPS sticking their nose in and jerking kids around. Extroverts dragging introverts to parties, or busybodies taking away the release of drugs that stabilize a life. She feels so young and uncertain; Her story isn't that hard. She just kind of ... Experienced being around that sort of ambient desperation, while being kind of insulated from it.

How long has she been here? Years, decades. She's lonely. She's being raped.

-Don't let your own prejudices take over entirely. She seems to be enjoying it. But then, sex pollen. She can make an uninhibited decision to come back, once she's - clean. She'll toss some healz at the flower itself, too.

Can't do nothing. Doing something might make it all worse.

"You're not gonna like what's about to happen..." She says slowly, feeling like a hypocrite, "But it is for the best."

She forms a sword out of construct magic, adjusts her mask, psyches herself up just long enough for the flower victim to react...

She sees the blade, and her eyes widen in horror. "No! Don't hurt my flower!"

The surrounding flowers seem to sense her agitation, and begin to stir in earnest, readying themselves for some kind of action. It's not exactly an unintelligent response.

The danger level rises a few notches, and Wynn becomes aware of the possibility that a lashing vine might knock off her mask.

It is time to be fast. She can ignore the awkwardness in a crisis situation, with a good reason. Just focus on what's gotta happen and forget the rest.

She darts on top of the flower holding the victim, squats and grabs her around the waist, and lifts to see if the flower will let go. No, like she thought, she's really stuck in there.

The main flower is going for the grapple, starting to wind its vines around Wynn's limbs. If this turns into a contest of strength, Wynn is going to lose badly, but it probably can't restrain Wynn fast enough to stop her from cutting off the offending vines.

The surrounding flowers are starting to contribute as they can, flailing at Wynn with long-range whipping attacks; these hurt, and there will definitely be bruises later, but she can deal with the pain for now.

The victim, for her part, is screaming and crying and slapping at Wynn with limbs weak from disuse. It's a distraction more than anything else, but she's got a pretty good angle on Wynn's mask, and manages to knock it slightly loose, letting in a whiff of... pretty potent stuff, actually. How bad would it be if she loses, again?

The mask flies away, propelled by its own air and not secured especially well.

It smells so good. She blushes, flushes. Heat builds inside her, and she's hyper aware of the soft flesh of her breasts and nipples on her traveling clothes. Of how the undershorts rub slightly against her skin.

This is something from a hentai too, isn't it? She'd be blissed out. Like cocaine.

Also, ow. Also, YEEP! She was distracted and almost got grabbed! She takes another deep breath (hot burning NEED to be filled up, better than porn, better than a Hitachi wand-) twitches, holds it.

Peaceful extraction isn't working. She- Will just go ahead and cut the victim free, slicing up the vines holding her with the constructed sword, cutting at the flower-flesh with isekai-powerup-level strokes. And then use another construct, set to soft and squishy, to pull her out of there!

The vines are thick and fibrous; not easy to sever with a single blow, unless Wynn really puts all her force into it. It's not easy to see where the victim ends and the flower begins, and Wynn's sword-construct comes away bloody from misjudging that boundary.

A lashing vine whip from behind catches Wynn in the ear, and her head rings from the force of the blow. The main flower is changing tactics in response to the damage it's taking; the vine looped around Wynn's right leg is tightening quickly, and is about to snap her leg like a twig... in a couple seconds, once it's got the leverage.

The victim is screaming like Wynn's here to murder her and her family, and is trying to scratch out an eye. But Wynn's nearly gotten her free. Just another couple of cuts...

"Thel!"

It's not efficient but she can channel healing into herself and cut with the construct blade and kick her way out of a vine's grip and ignore the fucking aphrodisiac horniness all at once, it's so easy, not that it's in slow motion but that she can just Go Faster-

The main flower has taken quite a bit of damage, now. Its manipulatory tentacles are all damaged or severed, and the breeding tendril is probably severed, and the feeding tendril is almost severed, but it's still fighting on like it expects to die here. The severed end of a tentacle smacks Wynn in the tit, and a gush of sticky purple sap splurts all over her body and clothing. Petal-lips hold tight against the poor woman's body, fighting Wynn for every inch with firm pressure. More distant vine-tentacles continue to beat on Wynn, each lashing strike leaving another painful bruise.

The victim is bleeding from multiple wounds, but she's managed to work a finger into Wynn's eye socket, and wow is that ever distracting. But she's coming loose of the flower, it should just take a good hard jerk to get away.

Her screaming full body twitch jerks her aside, still holding on.

"I'LL NUKE IT FROM ORBIT NEXT TIME FUCKS SAKE FUCKING FUCK THAT FUCKING HURTS."

She takes another gasping breath and nnng. Check, right. Girl? Check. Vines? Ow. Still there. She steps backwards to avoid a swipe.

"Thelchirr!"

Healing magic for all three involved parties as she dodges tentacles some more. She's holding the Judgement Rod in her off hand, the construct sword now dissipating, and it massively overpowers holy magic.

And then she retreats, slowed down a lot by the weight.

Wynn's rescuee is not at all happy to have been rescued, and is still crying and screaming and doing her very best to injure Wynn... though much less successfully, now that Wynn has the attention to spare.

She takes them outside of view of the flowers and sets her down, after checking whether the central one is still active. It seems... Alive, at least.

And then. Lots and lots of healing magic. She tries permutations until she finds one that seems more aspected to poison, then casts that repeatedly. On both of them. She's relieved the unnatural arousal is gone, but now she has a twinging headache from using so much mana, and as she learned magic use can attract other critters, so it's not over yet. She's- Watchful, anxious, and quiet.

Her unwilling rescuee... She leaves alone unless she tries to go back.

The rescuee seems to be considering an immediate return! But instead, she takes in a deep, shaky breath and asks, "Why?"

Now that Wynn thinks to check her surroundings, she notices something like a slimy pink wolf watching her from atop a nearby hill. It's keeping its distance, though; she can sense how wary it is of her magic. She can also tell that it's hungry, and hoping that the fight means a chance for an easy meal.

Yeah, well, she has magic still and knows you're there. She doesn't provoke a fight more than briefly checking if there's more than one.

"You couldn't even think about it. Whether you actually wanted to be there. It wasn't letting you actually choose, since you were high the whole time. I didn't kill it, you can go back - once you actually think about it. Is that sex pollen shit gone now, or...?" Wynn gestures vaguely at her midsection. "Oh, I've got some spare clothes if you want."

There doesn't seem to be more than one of the pink wolf things. It certainly isn't about to pick a fight with a powerful mage that's aware of its presence! But it could just... feed, and not fight about it, if she's in the mood?

The rescuee reaches down awkwardly to scratch at her crotch, where the visible feet of severed tendrils are clearly just the tip of the iceberg of what's inside of her. Even if her magic purged the woman's bloodstream, there's no way that much plant matter isn't going to have some kind of ongoing effect until it gets removed. The woman does seem a bit more lucid now, though... she looks back towards the grove for a few moments, before turning back to Wynn with a determined expression. "Heal my flower, too. Or I'll fight you every step of the way."