I... [She looks down at the wreath at her waist. It's more obvious now where they stem from. He'd seen the hole get blasted into her, and from there the thorns had spread.]

Well. They still hurt sometimes. But they don't move like that, not since I came here. They haven't attacked anyone, and I barely hear them at all.

They just keep my heart beating now. I think that's the most they can do.