Nanashi
Nanashi did not even respond, completely in focus. The world around her was apparent as her senses worked at their best. Dripping water, the sounds of footsteps, and the spiritual presence that lingered within the air around her, it was all apparent to her senses. Even if she still needed the damn glasses. She was not going to take a chance with this one.
She was dangerous, and like hell she was going to let what happened to this man happen to her. Her hand reached into her pocket and drew a talisman. If she could just get it on her then the energy SHOULD knock her out without any damage.
Well, should.
And the she moved, dashing towards her, her flames dancing around her scarf as they seemed to coalesce and focus.
Fiona
Fiona stared at the woman in shock. Completely ok, not a scratch on her, and she was even complaining about Oren! “Sorry!” she hurried out in a panic. Before she lowered her head, looking almost ashamed.
“It’s not my fault, though” She said moping, as her fingers stroked Oren's fur, “This girl here was kind of giving me a ride.” She struggled a bit to get off, before the vines seemed to move out of her way, allowing for her to simply slide off without issue. “Are you ok?” She looked directly at the woman, with nothing but the utmost concern. Her weapon now clipped to the back of her belt, hidden under her cloak.
All the while the phantasmal wolves gathered around the, just out of sight, the crows flew above, with some actual living ones landing on the branches and watching. And even still, at the woman's feet, the rose vines that had formed around her ankles relaxed and moved away, so that the woman would not trip or be cut.