She nods. "Got that feelin', too. Seemed to know they could get at me on my wood seein' as they weren't havin' luck with the metal." It's a very brief moment, but she does wonder if the vines might not have been some sort of changeling like them. Perhaps one that can't control itself? That's unlikely, though. The vines seem much too combative for unknown powers running rampant.

"So you wound up here first, Porcelain?" she asks. "First man I met was runnin' 'round in his own dream afore mine."