Winny nodded to show he understood. It was starting to hurt and he didn't like it. Luckily for him, Natty knew what to do. The beam of sunshine was enough to have the vine releasing and retreating back into the darkness. "That hurt," he informed the other in a cheery tone as he rubbed his reddened wrist. "What was that anyway? I've heard of it but can't recall the name at the moment." Likely because other places had different names for the same thing and so sometimes the knowledge Winny had got all jumbled up.