Herr Doktor Viktor Archeville, feeling very naked without his wondrous belt or omnitool, was being escorted down to Dryad's cell. He had made good on his promise, in a way -- he had gone back and analyzed both the thorn-like spike she'd tried impaling him with and the sap-like ichor that flowed from her broken body when Star had blasted her, though he did not mention to the guards that he had gotten those samples by illegally removing them from the scene of the attack. And he had whipped up some counter-agents... but so far they were all of the "melt the plant into black gunk" and not "revert the plant to human" sort. But he did not get discouraged, and kept at it (amongst all his other projects), hoping to find some way to help her. There was something about her that touched him, something that reminded him of his youth.
"Think we got a code yellow here, Manny. I could use some backup," he heard fro down the hall.
"Zhis cannot be good."
Despite being told to wait where he was, Archeville followed the guard to Dryad's cell, and saw that they had their batons out. "Vhat is happening? Vhat is going on? Dryad, calm yourself, getting vorked up vill only make zhings vorse!"