There was a lapse between Noah checking his other skills. During that time, his attention drifted to the roots that were attached to him that didn't belong to him.
Pandora's roots were still loosely wrapped around his body, quietly drawing in the traces of miasma that naturally leaked from the plants that grew from his body.
The amount that she already absorbed was enough to easily turn an ordinary plant into its necrotic version. However, it wasn't nearly enough to produce any meaningful changes within her.
For someone like her, she would need an enormous amount of it to bring about any significant change.
He continued to watch the process of her roots absorbing his mana, remaining blissfully unaware of exactly what she was absorbing.
She had merely followed her instincts, just as he had unconsciously released the miasma into her roots. Neither of them had intentionally done anything.
Even so, observing her triggered his newly evolved instincts.
