Est-ce que tu m'aimes?

Sparrow had been scoping out places to party and places to raid. As she had been feeling a good bit better now that her ooze had cleared and her fur had begun to grow back softly into tufts along her shoulders and upper back. This place, Sparrow had already decided, was lame in the way that it had all the briars and deadly looking plants, but none of the rewards. Where was the adventure? The trepidation? Sparrow heard a voice and turned to see a small woman tangled in the vines. Well, reward acquired she guessed.

Sparrow made her way carefully over to the thick vines that encompassed the woman and tilted her head, "Now how'd'ya manage to get yourself in that kind of tangle?"