By now, Neria's come to expect this sort of thing, and she comes prepared. On the lookout for people in trouble, she picks up the sounds of a struggle and rushes around the corner, skidding to a stop by Fortescue's side. The flames actually don't surprise her, and if anything, her look towards them is filled with longing. Her magic is something she hasn't asked to have returned yet. There were more important things...

But right now, she'll do what she can to help this mage since even her fire doesn't seem to be stopping the vines. Whipping out a dagger, she slices through vines as quickly as they reach out.

"Can you get to your feet before more grab you?" she asks hurriedly, attacking each new tendril that snakes out. She also sees the bulb in the middle, and whatever it is, she's prepared to stab it if need be.