The oil flows surprisingly smoothly, and has a cleansing smell that is a little bit of a cross between mint and lavender, with notes of both and neither at the same time. Almost as a capstone to their teleportation shenanigans, when the curse breaks the boots teleport from her feet, with one appearing on her head (before quickly falling to the ground) and the other on the end of Vala's spear. She shakes it off, tossing it to where the other one fell. "Tempting, especially after all the running I just did, but I'll pass. Don't want ta get teleport sickness." She shakes her head.

"You have already done enough, and I would not impose on you further. Clearing this place will take time, but time is something we have plenty of, and I'm not sure I can say the same about you." Seniyad politely declines. "Tell them that they had best send a messenger and no more to us first if they wish to step in these forests again. Any movement in force will be met in kind."