As if he'd ask that sort of favor of her. The roses part enough for him to see her eyes, not red with anger but just narrowed with annoyance. At him, at herself.

"I can't, it's stupid. I shouldn't need guard prinnies to be alone somewhere. And I shouldn't be making thorn walls to be alone either. I'm--" she bites it back, turning to look at her reflection again. Just a child whining because she can't get her way.