She's always liked growing things and herbs are often fascinating things when they're from all sorts of different worlds. So she takes the quest, quietly cataloguing the plants she knows from her own explorations and finds several that are close to those she's seen on various worlds. Arha labels them with neat precision, gathering samples of those she knows aren't sentient and noting the effects of those she doesn't.

One reaches out to encircle her arm, tightening a little as it poked at her. She stops what she's doing and lays a hand on the climbing, tightening limb. It's hard and smooth, she notes and is going to leave a mark with how fast it's tightening. Best to try calming it.

"Please don't," she murmurs, reaching out with the Force to soothe it, "I'm neither tasty nor a threat. I shan't clip you but I will capture an image of you if that's alright."

One never knows if the creeping things are actually sentient or not. She finds it best to at least try to make sure peace is an option with them. So far, Arha's been lucky and all the herbs have been non-sentient. She can sense the ones with different purposes, though, so there's that.

The tension eases somewhat and it slips away with another squeeze and a poke. Whew. She catalogues it and gently rubs at her arm with a soft ouch.