Merrin doesn't think she has much of a knack for plants—not like some of her sisters did, anyway—but she does have a spell or two that might help. Greez had even seemed open to letting her use them, as long as she didn't turn his plants into... monster plants, or whatever he'd been imagining. He seems to have a very vivid imagination where Nightsister magick is concerned.

She glances towards Cal, nods once as a kind of... warning, she supposes, because last time she used her magick he'd been caught off guard, and then murmurs a spell in her own language, green ichor flowing from her hands and into each of the plants. It doesn't appear to make much of a difference, but it had been just a small spell, enough to give the plants a little more strength. It might take a few days, but they'll grow.

She straightens again, satisfied. "They were growing well when I... left," she informs him. "Our small captain takes their care very seriously. He treats them almost like children." She sounds amused, but is that also a hint of fondness for Greez in her voice? Yes, but she won't admit it.