Bella leaves a little more cautiously, still sort of hoping for a fight. There's more golden dust drifting out of other chambers. Other flowers, maybe? Green patches appear on the ground where it mingles. More starts settling in Bella's fur though, which finally prompts her to run.

She joins Leaf in trying to dislodge the worst of it.

Meanwhile, the plant temple is stiffening. Drying out. Dying, perhaps.

Except for the beginnings of green...