To her utter frustration, she feels a pang of sympathy. She's heard that tone of voice before and it makes her want to get the Wizard somewhere safe and make her rest.

"It is," she says softly as she takes the vegetable. She turns it over in her hand once or twice. "What is this?" Honestly, Haizea doesn't know a whole lot about plants, but she's never seen anything like this at the little corner store market she frequents.