Oh. Great. Some kind of a curse. Levi gingerly hops a couple steps backwards to make sure he doesn't catch anything -- whether that took precedent over his task to cut the beast down or he's feeling empathetic towards his plight is anyone's guess.

"Maybe you shouldn't be rolling it around in your pocket in that case," he huffs, unaware of the magical non-tear properties the petals have. "How did that happen?"