[It passes, no cone of shame needed –– she leaves it alone, maybe with a few buds torn loose and scrapes on her skin, but as unnerving as it is, it's not going anywhere.

The carnage around her isn't helping, though -- she doesn't bother inspecting the last wielder, or anything else, making for the pond and trying to ignore that she's someone who habitually goes barefoot crossing a sea of corpses.]