Of course I do. Things live, and they die, and new life grows...to escape that cycle throws more into danger, than the usual, ah, disposition of those who do.

[She smiles back, a little grim and more like baring fangs. Which...she has sizeable ones? Two--wait, three inches long. Clearly retractable. Goodness.

Either way, it's a clear message. If it comes to a fight, neither of them's gonna be having a very good day.]

It is a mercy, to bring those afflicted to a final rest...or so I'd say, but you don't seem to be suffering the usual ill-effects. There's usually a lot more, uh, cackling and devouring the life of others to maintain consciousness, and less...flowers. It's unique enough it warrants further investigation.