She ignores the thing. It must be her imagination and the sex pollen.

"-Yeah fair. I hit it with some heal on the way out. I'll go back and channel more once I catch my breath. I just-" She closes her eyes and restrains a sigh. "I would've wanted to be rescued."

If it's just her imagination, then a part of Wynn's brain is inexplicably fantasizing about being licked out by a pink slimy wolf. Or maybe watching her rescuee get licked out while she gently pulls the flowery tendrils free? They're both still kinda horny, there's a good meal there for sure, and said wolf is very cautiously advancing in the hopes that it'll get a taste.

"I didn't ask to be rescued," observes the woman, "But since you insist on kidnapping me anyways, I guess that's the best I'm going to get."

"Yeah, fair."

Okay, now it's making her nervous. She lobs a casual firebolt in that general direction, minimal power and using the full chant to lower the mental load.

The wolf retreats the moment Wynn starts chanting, fleeing back over the crest of the hill. It's so hungry! But fine, it'll find a meal somewhere else.

"Be right back."

She looks around the field of flowers again. Where'd her mask get to? Worst case, she can hold her breath for long enough to mend the central Fucking Rape Plant.

Her mask fell somewhere near the middle of the grove, where it got smashed into the ground by tentacles a couple times for good measure. The flowers aren't particularly calm about Wynn's return, so a bit of dodging is called for.

Well that's like half a day down the drain.

Well, dodging and channeling holy magic into some pretty thorough healing and dashing away to catch her breath and repeat is something she can do.

She goes back to her kidnapee when the central flower seems to stop getting more restored.

The flowers get notably less agitated when she starts healing the central flower; by the time Wynn's done, they're barely grabby.

For her part, the kidnapping victim is attempting to work a considerable length of severed vine out of her gaping ass, and is not at all having an easy time of it.

...It's incredibly awkward but she will, er, help with that. With plenty of healing on offer.

This takes quite a lot of effort; there was more than six feet of tentacle-vine up in her! Every bit of it is slick with aphrodisiac slime... which does help avoid damage as it comes out, but also means it's hard to get a proper grip on, as well as offering yet another opportunity to expose Wynn to exciting sex poisons! Though in this case, it's more of a mild second-hand high, since the substance in question was designed to be absorbed internally.

It's not going away, ugh. At least water magic is also a thing. They can both get cleaned up over time. Really, really thoroughly.

It definitely takes quite a bit of cleaning! But eventually, with the feeder tendril is no longer stuffing her intestines, and the breeder tendril no longer filling her pussy, the kidnapping victim is left with nothing more intrusive than a womb full of seeds, and so merely looks heavily pregnant instead of impossibly bloated and stretched. It's not time for the seeds to come out yet, and they probably can't be forcibly removed without surgery... but now she can sort of hobble along under her own power. It's probably still faster to carry her, though.

"If you have a name of someone you knew," she says slowly, "I can scry for your home. Or, like I said, you can go back. I'm looking for someone and I think it might be the ones who came by sometimes. But I will deal with that myself."

She looks skeptical, "Really? After all that, you're just going to let me walk right back? Why the hell did you bother in the first place, then..."

She seems to be seriously considering walking right back down the hill, but hesitates. "You want to see the 'ones who came by sometimes', do you? Why? Going to mess them up, too?"

She shrugs. "You didn't get to make an uninhibited choice, it sounded like. You can choose now, and if you'd go back - you'd go back later just the same, probably. And- If they're the same group who tried to paralyze and enslave me 'bout two, three weeks ago? Probably, yeah. I need to know how to take a slave collar off someone. Er, safely."

She pauses a bit, "They were traders, the way I remember them; they didn't take or sell slaves that I knew of. Might've changed since, I suppose." She rubs her belly before continuing, "I'm... not really excited by the thought of hobbling back to the old village, but if nothing else, I should find somewhere else to plant these. I still want the best for my babies, and it's better for them to be in a place where there's room to grow."

"Seems like there's lots of somewhere else. I don't know how much you can take care of yourself. I've got food, you can have some. And a bunch of magic shit - long story. And a spare outfit, but uh."

She grimaces, "Yeah, if it was a choice between trying to walk back to my old home unescorted, and heading back to my flower, I'm way better off with my flower. If I walk back alone, something less nice definitely gets me part way. But yeah, I'll take a meal."

At the offer of clothing, she sporfles, gesturing between Wynn's shorter, foxy form, and her own bulging belly, "Do you have anything that'd fit?"

"A pair of pants that'd maybe fit okay? And there's a big cloak I could part with."

She hid her bag not too far from here. There's jerky, fresher-cooked meat, jam and preserves, crackers, and even a miniature magic icebox that has some kind of soup.

She'll follow along, assuming Wynn's not in any hurry. It turns out that she finds the pants incredibly uncomfortable to wear; even after all the healing, she's just way too sensitive down there to have anything touching her skin. She'll take the cloak, though.

As for food... she hasn't used her mouth for eating in a long time, so the soup will probably go down better.

She makes a campfire and re-warms the soup. It's a mixture of whatever edible vegetables she's been able to find plus lots of meat, with a nice stock mostly derived from the fat of the weird deer she hunts. Surprisingly good cooking, if with a slim selection of ingredients.

She's quiet and anxious and a bit twitchy.

Yeah, that's a reasonable demeanor out here. It's a dangerous place, and there are plenty of predators out there... not all of which are unintelligent.

Wynn's semi-involuntary guest eats slowly and lightly, as she gets used to the idea once again.

Wynn... Honestly gets kind of bored? She's not going to practice runes here, in the open, when she still doesn't know just how much of a target that makes her. The whole practice uses a couple of extra magic-nodes, which are probably mandatory and might make her a target.

She eats pensively, wondering if she's even doing the right thing. And then darts off to cut a smallish limb off the nearest tree she can see and start working on it - another spear, why not - just to occupy her nervous energy while her 'guest' recuperates a bit.

The food is finished before the spear is, and the silence stretches as the guest gets ready for a long walk.

She doesn't have much more than a vague idea of what the right direction is, but it's not like the day is getting any younger.

Wynn occupies herself trying to find a variation on the 'vin' magic-node that will find the place, but - doesn't know enough theory, or something.

She asks her rescuee (kidnapee): Would it be okay if she carries them both on a sled made of magic instead? It makes them more visible and she's going to get tired, but it'd be a lot less boring.