[This is getting a bit stupid - fighting over who gets to destroy a vine that may or may not be currently deadly when only one of them here can recognize it on sight. She's too miserable to bicker any further, so she throws her hands in the air, exasperated, and scoots back down against Honerva.]

Gods, fine, you insufferable man. Do as you will. I'll tell you where to go when he finds it, just don't set him on fire when you get there.

[She knows he's just trying to be helpful, but really, would anyone blame her for taking this so personally?]