Last spark from the ashes

Blaze wonders very briefly what Loki means about that. Granted, she’s never had a choice of shapes – hell, this is a bot who picks ‘ALL the plate armor’ out of her wardrobe every single day, so the quandaries of deciding what to wear aren’t on her radar.

“Yeah. Fallen should know better than to break the truce. And we’ll work to uphold our end. Kinda… honorbound to it, personally. I won’t bet on it lasting. Things don’t ever go that easily. But we’ll see what their long game is.” She pauses, and it stretches for a couple seconds. “Seems like a good thing you were there to play intermediary.”

Blaze glances to Ghost before she says anything about the fungus-beast, inviting her small companion to weigh in if he needs to. “Didn’t look that way. Yet. Ghost said it looks like it’s feeding on the tree, so... what happens when it runs out of tree?”

She spreads her hands a little. “Not to be a stereotype or anything, I don’t want to go destroying predatory wildlife just because it’s creepy. But burning it now seems smarter than making leaflets about it. Only reason I didn’t yet is Ghost wanted one of our Warlocks to check it out. Got to think about containment.”