Augusta spent a good minute looking at Octavia's status.  Seed Carrier?  Hmm.  This was nothing to tell Isidore nor Donovan at the moment.  Nick... Not him either, really, but the most he could do is mention something to the other two.  Isidore didn't seem to like things that would put him in danger and Donovan had that purification magic.  She could always lie, if need be.  She was particularly adept at that from her prior life.  For now, perhaps her best measure was finding a way to remove the seed from Octavia without hurting her more than necessary.  If that plant thought it could one up her, then it had another thing coming!

Still, she had realized that Nick was talking to her.  Oh, what did he mention? What should they do next?  Did she have any tips?  She gave a small, yet somewhat concerned looking smile.  "What next?  I would propose to find what civilization we can and hope we don't look too different from those native to the land here.  And, umm, I suggest staying quiet about the giant plant thing until we know more about the local culture.  Hell, I might have to find a way to make Octavia here a bit more...  Natural?"  She mentioned, struggling to find the words.  "Perhaps there's magic to transmogrify a creature."  She mused for a minute more and put a hand on Octavia's back to pet her some until she came back to... Whatever world it was they were on.

"And tips. Right.  Hmm."  The elf woman thought to herself. She gave him most of the information that she knew already.  "Most of what I know came from experiencing the draining effect from that slab first hand.  It's not too difficult to figure out the barest of ideas when you feel the energy being forced out of you."  She pet Octavia, who was what she assumed was the one draining energy from her at the time.  "It wasn't pleasant but I felt I had to overcome it. Perhaps I should try and drain all your magical energy and see if you can overcome me?" She teased.  Augusta didn't feel confident doing that at all.  She would be worried of accidently kill this young man.  She wasn't so heartless she could actually kill someone.

About that time, however... She heard a call of sorts. From the direction that Isidore and Donovan went.  Should she go to them?  She stood and pondered.  From her experience so far... Wouldn't she be more a hinderance than a help?  "Hmm.  For now, I suppose we'll hold down the camp."  She mentioned to herself as she stared in the direction the call came from.  "Perhaps you should try to practice your magic more, young man."  She wasn't sure of his age, but she seemed like one of those long lived elves so it only felt fitting.