As your feeble mind wrapped around the fear that you were indorsing, your mind warping and the hallucinations travelling all around the garden. Whilst the world misshaped around you, Pamela couldn't help but glance down at the nature taking you in as it's own, almost like a parasite. Vines wrapping around your arms and keeping you on the ground beneath her.

"Oh my dear." She finally spoken up at your condition, Scarecrow had dunked a whole load of his toxins into her garden, wanting to see if the Poison Ivy would stay to keep her precious greenery safe and you seemed to not be apart of the plan. Pamela crouched down to your level, raising your chin with her hand. The spores coming off her was relieving. Enough to calm the agonizing pain.

Her green eyes piercing into yours, her luscious red locks lurking down onto your shoulder like little spiders crawling all around you, Pamela looked at you almost with pity. "Should I help you human?" She asked, the word human being almost spitted out with gruesome intent, Pamela didn't favour humans - ever and this one was no exception.

"Or should I let you continue to feel this pain before you give out?" Pamela said with a tilt of her head. Watching your face, your soft face. She just rubbed your cheek with a smile, she knew she could get anything she wanted by now.