She admires Ashley's progress even as she intensifies the fire around her even more, turning any vine that tries to wrap around her into ash. Outstretching her palms, she creates plumes that work through any vine nests she walks toward. But she puts care into it -- she doesn't want to set anything too on fire.

Like the city.

Just the plants that are trying to kill her. Or whatever they were trying to do. Fortescue errs on the side of trying to kill her, in Teleios.

She offers Ashley a tense smile, as she moves back to her, while burning a few more vines with another plume. "So far, so good, I suppose," she says. "I can't figure out where the bloody thing is coming from, it seems to be coming from everywhere."