"Is seta the name for it in another language? This looks related to plants I'm familiar with at home. The same genus, though it isn't a familiar species." Rosethorn lightly runs a finger over one of the leaves, because the plant was leaning toward her like it was waiting to be touched. Calm down she tells it silently, though there's affection even in the scolding.

Knowing multiple uses for the plant, one of them medical, has her inclined to like Shiemi. At least enough to dial back any natural abrasiveness and offer friendly conversation.