She also sends some spores your way, acknowledging your presence as a free A'Dendri in this company. You share an understanding of what it means to be disconnected, not only from A'Dendri society but from the land. Because you too are landless, and that loss is a pain that can never be healed. But overlapping that outlook, you feel her desperation over losing her integral ability, something you know is nothing less than a loss of identity. Without it, only death awaits. You know there is another way. She could start anew, somewhere but here. But for that, she would need purpose. She needs a weapon.