[Gardens]

"That was more just metaphor." Riss replied. "But in this case, if symptoms would be what to look for and how to identify her, then treatment would be what to do if one has found themselves with a sudden case of the Libra." she said with a shrug.

The muse would let Cessie best describe what to do in the case of a pox of Libras as she turned her focus towards the immersed staff. Kneeling down and reaching towards it, she suddenly stopped and held eerily still just before her fingers would touch the water. If the sorceress were paying close attention, she might wonder if Riss had even stopped breathing for a moment before a burning arc of electric blue danced between the horns of her head like a jacob's ladder before the muse was violently thrown back from a small but potent aetheric explosion. Fortunately it seemed mostly concussive in nature as there were no flames or blackened areas and only a bit of damage to the grass at worst. Riss herself seemed mostly unharmed save for the abrasions she'd suffered from being thrown back. Dazed, she stood up and began to brush herself off, wincing only slightly as she did so.

"So.. Are you aware that adamantine is surprisingly thaumatically resilient?" she asked, as if that would explain anything about what just happened.