With it in the ground, that was another matter. Roots could stretch deep, particularly magical roots that grew at an undetermined rate. She knew from personal experience in her garden that some weeds were particularly tenacious; even one tendril of root left behind might result in the whole plant coming back in full force.
"Serafina wants to plant it in the ground," Roland replied with a note of skepticism. "Gwen won't tell us anything about it. I think it might be dangerous, but then, what isn't right now?"
"Go, Evey!" Roland heard Gabriel yell, and glanced aside to see his brother in law's dog–who let that dog come along into battle??--leap and grab one of the bugs in its teeth, crushing it before it could sting her. "Good girl!"
"Not at all," Bramwell assured her. "I give up a bit of my youth but it doesn't cause me pain. Don't you worry, It reverses slowly while not using my Aspect."
It was grueling to play this long of a game. He wanted out, to go home, to defend Klain. Yet, he could see no way out just yet. His relationship with his father was growing, and he held some hope that he could influence him to, if not stop the war, then at least back the plan off from Klain's total destruction.
One thing that pained him deeply was that shortly after those improvements were made, there was a report of one missing, a little boy who had shed his bonds and was gone. The Rhone shrugged it off; there was no way the child got out of the Darkness, so he would wander around in that forsaken land until he died or found his way back.