She angles herself to look in that direction of origin flowers, lips slightly pursed. This new world is too unstable, and she finds herself thinking the very same thing told to Damien; that she is liking it less and less. But Mel merely nods, accepting this.

"Mm. What, then, can I do to help you, Merlin?" Melinoë elegantly lowers herself to kneel before a non-burning flower, at first observing it without touch.