Minerva looked at him and frowned. She knew she hurt his feelings, but didn't mean to. Her leg was starting to tingle from the plant having such a strong grip and she didn't want to deal with that usual drama at the moment. Quick thinking she grabbed her leg with both hands letting go of him. "oowww I think it's getting tighter.. Come on plant let go." she said. It wasn't any tighter, yes it was uncomfortable, but it hadn't changed since Oakey had left, but she needed to distract both of them from the hurt on Maxwell's face. "M..maybe I should sit instead of standing on my leg. Get at least my weight off of it." She looked at Maxwell to see what his thoughts might be.

She started running through lessons, trying to think about something Betnley might have said that could help with them. She tried talking nice to it, that wasn't working. "Do you think we could stun it?" Looking at Maxwell again, "I..I'm just afraid of making it made and it breaking my leg." she was starting to get nervous and you could hear the fear in her voice now. Her calmness was slipping the longer this thing had a hold of her.