Orin had barely any time to react, as he watched the cage burn, some smoke gathering along the trees. Almost in an instant he saw the plant in front of him. With widened eyes he then was forced to the ground, pushed as the vines forced him downward. All he could do was look up at the creature that was right in front of his face. He looked at it with a mixture of fear and confusion as it pressed him down, vines surrounding him as the plant neared his face, gazing directly into his dark eyes.

"Everyone will become one with me," it spoke to him menacingly, like a promise that he had failed. "There is nothing you can do to prevent it."

With that the plant took off, flying over his head and deep into the forest. Orin turned on his side as he watched the plant disappear into the brush. One rustle was all he saw before silence, and everything was still. The wanderer then stood, although he was no injured. The plant had the perfect chance, why didn't it try to kill him right there and then? He could not think about it more as he got up, walking toward the direction of the woman. She seemed to have passed out from using too much power, he assumed, as the cage disappeared right when she had collapsed. Still, he knelt down by her side, placing an ear on her chest for a heartbeat. It was faint but still there. He then rose, and then stood once more, looking down at the woman. Maybe he had tested her limit. Or maybe it was the fact that they had stalled to long and should have killed the plant sooner. Either way, he bent over to pick her up. Holding the lady in his arms he looked from side to side. The sun in the sky was beginning to lower over the tree line. Soon it would be dark. His eyes then averted down at the woman. He would have to bring her somewhere to recover.

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The fresh morning air was damp, yet crisp cold as Orin washed his hands in a water basin. Standing at the other end within the wooden cabin he was facing an opening that served as a window, staring out into the light green trees that stood ahead. He was ironically dressed in less clothing, than he usually does. The long black and dark green cloths lay across an old couch, its material torn and color faded away. His hair was tied in a loose ponytail behind his head, many dark strands of hair falling here and there. The shirt he wore was white, the sleeves just ending at his shoulder. His bare arms moved as he continued to wash his hands thoroughly. Assortments of whatever he could find that could help heal laid upon the same table next to him. The woman laid on an old wooden bed with a straw mattress covered with a blanket. He didn't look her direction but he could hear her stir.

"You're awake?" he asked, looking down as he threw the dirty water of the basin out the window.

After he was done he set down the basin on the table once more, turning around to see her. Orin walked in her direction as he began to awake, to check to see if she was alright but he knew that she didn't have any injuries, probably just the lack of energy. Though, unconsciousness sometimes was a bad thing. She lacked nutrients which was something that he had prepared. They were herbs but they were all he had. The night after when he had brought her here, he had fallen asleep on the couch right away, from what happened with the plant. He was exhausted but fortunately in the morning he felt more refreshed, although he had to wash up and take care of his clothing. The herbs sat on a small round wooden table near the bed, and as the man walked his feet creaked along the old wood. He stopped at the table and took a few of the herbs off of it before heading toward her again, handing them to her.

"You need to eat," he spoke, rather casually than his more serious mannerisms. Otherwise he might have well just said, "eat." If she took the herbs he would continue to stand, looking down at her. "It was an old cabin I have used," he said, then moved toward where his clothes lay on the couch. Taking one of the black cloaks he shook it, then patted it down as dirt fell from it and onto the ground. On the other side of the wall a bunch of weapons lay. Once he placed her here he went to the tree where he stored them and fetched them. With the plant now loose he couldn't have it finding them. Plus, if the plant dared to attack them again and found them here, he would need weapons at his ready. Fortunately nothing had happened since they were here. The only thing he heard during the night was a scampering of a deer outside the abandoned cabin. Otherwise during the night he slept soundly. He wasn't much of a deep sleeper, but perhaps he was more exhausted and usual. He had slept much, until sunrise that was. Once the cloak had no more dirt upon it he folded it and placed it onto the seat of the couch. His face then turned to Shaecayrn.

"You have exhausted your energy," he then spoke, moving toward the counter once more as he began to fiddle around with the many devices which laid upon it. "Those herbs will restore some of it, but to get it all back you must rest or get it elsewhere." His eyes continued to focus down below, the many pellets and such he had stored within his belts. He didn't sound mad or angry, rather just neutral or casual. He continued to make another pellet, replicating an old one as he cut it in half with his knife.

As she asked him for his energy the man gave her a look but then silently obliged. He knew that the herbs would not be enough but where else she could get the energy from, he did not know. Setting down his things he moved toward her, his hand was then wrapped by her own as she then absorbed his energy. It was a strange feeling but he had felt it before. It was similar to when she had healed him back then. Although this time it wasn't painful. Instead he felt a rush of energy flow from his body, and he felt dizzy for a moment before she finally let go, gasping. He staggered backward as well, a hand grasping onto his head as it then ran through his black hair. Orin then faced toward the ground, taking in deep breaths. He felt like he had broke a sweat, that he ran across the whole forest. He continued to breath loudly, although he looked up as she spoke, although albeit tiredly. Though the woman was right, he could then feel his energy begin to return to him, his breaths sounding less and less wheezy. His body heat returned to normal, and he could feel the cool fresh morning air as he then stood upright, the hand falling back to his side. Although, it returned as he ran it again through his hair, sliding back onto his ponytail. Orin then neared.

"Is that enough?" he asked, truly hoping that it was. But he then looked to the side, almost sighing but held it to himself. He assumed that it was, there was no further need for him any longer. His gaze then averted back to her. "Where is it that you are going?" he then asked. It was only fair if she gave him the information of where she was headed since she had used up energy from him. Back to her home in Duskmire Woods? Indeed, he vaguely had figured out when he sought information on her before. All he knew that she lived in that treacherous place. Seemed suitable for someone like her. Although, was there another destination she had in mind? She wasn't going back after that plant was she? Still feeling a bit tired from his energy drain, he sat himself into one of the wooden chairs by the table, the two others empty although one looked like it was about to break. From the table he leaned on one hand, looking at her blankly.

"If you are heading after that plant I advise against it," he told her plainly. "You are obviously in no shape for such a fight. Even if where you are headed you should still be careful." Although he spoke with concern he wasn't willing to give up himself in order to travel with her to make sure she stayed safe. He as a lecturer, not a babysitter. She was a strong, capable woman who could venture by herself. Then again, that's what Orin thought of everyone. He only offered aid when he thought the need was dire. "There is still a chance that it may come after you." Although, he did not look mad, or even angry that she was unable to defeat it. Instead, he looked rather casual as he treated the situation with less gravity than he did before. But, it hadn't come after them since that time. But the words that the plant spoke to him were ominous, as if the plant were testing his limit. He could try, but in the end it would win, was what the plant had really seemed to say. Though, why it hadn't infected or killed him right there still puzzled him. Though, it preserved itself over its own goals, so perhaps it was hiding itself from them he thought. "If you are traveling east I'd advise staying at the forest of the fae for a night," he then said, although rather lightly. "It may be rather... unpleasant for someone like you but it is safe." It was the only piece of advise he was willing to give. He couldn't let her die on her own nor would he travel with her to save her again the next time she ran out of energy.