And she's supposed to... what, box the Balladeer's ears if she catches him thinking about Johnny? "I'm not his mother," she points out, not unkindly. "Maybe if you spoke to him properly instead of--of throwing punches, he'd be more inclined to listen to you."

She falls silent for a few moments, focusing most of her energy on reaching through the vines and trying to loosen some of the tightest-looking snarls around his arms. "Not that throwing punches is in the cards for you at the moment, anyway," she murmurs as she works.