You landed on the Vow moon about an hour ago, and other than the loud thumping you heard outside, you and your team have a good feeling about this one. You broke off from the group to head down a long, dark corridor; there's a steam leak and you're trying to find the source. Your vision is obscured completely by the steam as you squint and search for the valve. Your hand lands on something, something rough and bumpy and cool, the valve! is your first assumption, and you grab on before realizing your mistake.

The Bracken's head emerges from the steam. He doesn't speak. He's just staring at you with white, round, soulless eyes. His leaves seem to quiver and chitter when your grip and proximity startle him. You look away quickly, and wait for him to leave, but the Bracken gets closer, as one of his hands rises behind your head; gripping the back of it firmly. He doesn't twist. He simply holds. He leans down to your level, his leaves rustling behind him while his claws dig into your scalp. "Release my hand." Bracken commands you in a gravely tone, his eyes piercing the side of your head while you avoid eye contact. He can't very well skulk away if you're holding onto him, now can he?