Viola drew back a bit, startled by the sudden movement. "W-Well, I..." she stammered, taking a breath. "...I suppose we were something of friends, yes. I probably, at the least, know more about him than most folks who encounter him." The hybrid raised an eyebrow. "...Is something wrong?"
Once Devin was calm, Zanthe looked from side to side, then switched to her usual form, shivering slightly as the night air touched her body. She was clad only in her undergarments and a belt with a dagger on it. "Pettle, could I please have my clothes?" she asked the plant, waiting a little to see if she was paying attention and all.