Kell had plans. They did not include falling asleep near a fire he finally managed to get going. It's a lot more difficult, and a lot more work, than he's ever suspected. Making a fire without magic. He's so exhausted he doesn't notice the vines creeping up from the ground. He can feel heat though. The vines can feel it too.

If they were dry, the whole situation would have been more dangerous, but they're damp, like everything around. So instead of burning, the roots directly exposed to the flame start to smoulder. The vines tighten first, but quickly release their prey and flee into the darkness with hiss.

It's enough to wake up Kell. His eyes fly wide open when the vine snaking around his throat tightens, clawing at the retreating vines. It takes a second for him to realize they are fleeing, another to find the source of the heat and the smoke.

A silver-haired woman with a characteristic scar holding a makeshift torch to the roots. What did he say to Lucifer about his experience with white-haired people? Maybe his luck is changing after all.

"Thanks" he says. "I didn't plan to fall asleep here."