[Sonya's long since learned to compartmentalize her morals, after working so long under the commander of every thief and cutpurse in Zofia. Sentient(?) plants were far from the most morally questionable thing she's had to put down in the name of survival.

Still. Doesn't mean everyone feels the same way, she thinks as she watching Yuna murmur to the plants before her fire incinerates them.

Tender thing, wasn't she? Almost sweet, that's she'd show such empathy to the thing causing them such trouble. It reminded her a bit of Celica.

And with the same penchant for storming hostile territory, it seems.]

A while? That sounds like quite the story.

And you look like such a good little girl.

[She walks a little further ahead, steps languid but eyes sharp.]

Judging by the locals' reaction, I would assume this isn't a normal occurrence for them. Your sour feeling is likely right on the money.