"No time for that! Don't stop moving!" Lethe barked, concern for her own safety a distant background noise. That was definitely her sister strung up in the vines like an insect in a spiderweb, and that just made her blood boil. The next bundle of greenery reaching for her got smacked away with more vehemence, and the laguz soldiered on.

The more energy she absorbed from the vines, the more...green Lethe seemed to look. And there was the taste of grass clippings in her mouth. Gross.