She coughs as she lies in the cold snow of the depths. Her body eminates a soft warmth due to her flamecharm attunement. Her clothing is now rags and she is littered with wounds.

"Woah...Sweetie...please don't grip me...I'm sure we can work something out can't we~ Oh~ you seem interested by me don't you~? I'll be sure to let you do anything if you spare me."

The blonde chrysid smirks as her moth ears flutter in the cold wind.