She encouraged her other little friends to nest in her hair as well, in order to prevent them from being captured. She then shot a glare at Xion, intending to snap at her and then storm off, but...

... Well. Seeing the cloaked one struggle fruitlessly among the thorns was a tad pathetic. Morgana was still angry, but it began to wane.

"... Don't tell me you're actually stuck in there."