"You still haven't told me how many we need," he states, allowing the ruined flowers to drop back to the ground. Their glow is already fading.

He thinks about arguing some more, but even he knows that they shouldn't fight when there might be a whole pack of monsters waiting too pounce. He's powerful, not invincible.

Not infallible.

A single, decisive flick of his wand, and he cuts a bunch of flowers at the base of their stem. It's a challenge to cut with such precision, but Jade has always enjoyed challenging himself.