Ariella was walking into the garden although she would tend to those plants in a bit, focusing on first making an antidote. Although it seemed like one of the burnt plants she was needing as it was. So she was going over to kneel on the ground next to the burnt plants and reaching a hand towards them, as though reaching out to touch an animal that was in front of her. Slowly, gently, as though to not scare it away. The flower that was coiled around her arm seemed to blossom a bit more.