[Beau would protest the idea of going back, but that's not where her thoughts are right now. Her brain is skipping through options, ruling out the easier ones and lamenting Jester's loss at the same time. Even if magic doesn't work well here, it had to be better than Beau looking at her notes and hoping those are going to save her somehow.

She bites her lip as she looks at the new growth, because what starts to emerge from her hand isn't bone. It looks like wood, or vine, some kind of plantlife that's starting to encircle her finger like a ring and climb it's way up the back of her hand. In one part to spite doing what she's told and one part panic, Beau slaps at it, grabbing the slender sort of vine and trying to yank it out of her.

Of course, that just creates another yell of pain and a few curses, as it decidedly doesn't come off.]

Motherfucker! Okay, okay, fine--

[Great, back to the notes then, time to try and ignore that shit. She looks between the book and her hand, and resolves to just grab a nearby shirt from her room and wrap the offending limb off with it so she won't look. It's like covering a zit with a bandaid so you won't pick at it. It's fine under there. Totally.]

Here, so uh-- look, do you remember about this thing at all, because I think I know what the cure is but it's kinda vague on the details.