He nods slightly, accepting her assessment, then frowns at the questions. What was he thinking about, before? What did he touch? His eyes drop away, expression pinching as he tries to spin his memories backwards.

"I... remember only the vines, taking over everything. I had been trying to find a place to barricade myself, as I said, somewhere to be free of them but they seemed to fill every room. Seemed to follow me, in fact, enough that I felt they were aware of what they were doing."