“Right. Of course.” Pylia said as she tries to put herself back together. She stands up on her feet a bit wobbly, surprised at how numb her legs were. The group gathered together and head to the nearest flower shop. Or rather, flower cart: it was simply an old woman manning a little wheelbarrow with pots of flowers in them. She was on her way home when the group found her. “Well hello, how can I help you? Might I interest you in a Moonglow flowers? Or perhaps some Jasperblossom?”