Something about the phrasing in Emet's response leaves Felih feeling more encouraged, almost relieved, as they trek out into hazardous territory. These plants have clearly already killed several people, if the worst trains of logic are correct.

"Let’s begin, then. We can gather and cull clumps as we find them, and hopefully trail them to this mother plant... though, admittedly, I would rather not see whatever monstrosity befell these people," Felih admits. How could plants go so wrong? Why do plants have to eat people? (He would be stunned to discover there are worlds where plants do not, in fact, eat people.)

He doesn't waste time. He lifts his hands with a green glow, and tries to wrangle the vines into a tidy group. As if aware of the magic trying to compel them, however, the vines begin to wriggle and strain against the magic, the clashing influences of the mother plant and Felih already at odds. At the very least, this occupies the vines with themselves, fighting for control while Felih tries to keep them more or less immobilized. Sometimes the plant manages to lash out at Felih before he arrests it again, and it's a constant fight.

"I knew it would be too easy if this would just work..." he mutters, tail lashing as he dodges what he can, more focused on the portion he can see.