The plant is small with rounded green leaves and is a good ground cover. It thrives best in undisturbed woodlands and can be found in glades within those woodlands. The plants have a shared underground root system which allows them to enact their eponymous responses. In the summer each stem produces a single flower with 5 petals that are a blue gradient with the darkest blue at the tips and the lightest blue by the center.
Mostly the flower is admired for its beauty and left undisturbed when found. If cut or crushed, the plant sprays out a sticky sap which clings to whatever disturbed it. The remaining flowers, warned by their shared root system, hide underground until the danger has passed. The sap is not easily washed away and many predators of the forest are attracted to the smell as it signals someone who is unwary, foolish, or perhaps wounded.
Although Cut-Me-Not is the plant's common name, it is also called Singer's Savior. The plant has healing properties which can be unlocked by music. If someone serenades the flowers - by voice or by instrument - and the flowers are pleased with your performance, they turn a deep reddish purple. How many flowers change color is dependent on your performance. They only stay purple for a short while and so must be gathered quickly. The raw plants can be chewed or packed into a wound for some small amount of healing, just enough to bring you back from the brink of death (2d4 + 2), or saved and steeped into a tea or healing potion for greater healing (4d4+4).
However, if the flowers do not like your performance they will not change color. A very bad performance will induce them to hide as if threatened.
There are many tales of wounded fighters stumbling upon stands of Singer's Savior and singing for their life. The first recorded story of these healing powers is of the great fighter Arkforos. He was wounded in a great battle and stumbled away in the woods, separated and lost from his companions. Nearing death, he collapsed in a woodland glade. As he fell, he could not but help exhale at the beauty of the flowers. Trained to music from birth, his exhale was a perfect note. A single flower by his face turned towards him, turning purple, and something whispered to him to take and consume the flower. He did so and felt healing rush through his body. Pulled back from the brink of death by this humble plant, he found the strength to get up. Bowing deeply to the flowers, he was able to leave and find his companions. Bards made a song of his tale although some still interpret it as a simple allegory for the appreciation of nature rather than a guide.
In some cultures, a musically gifted person may set out to find a wood of Singer's Savior and serenade it in order to prove their prowess. Bards will often wear wreaths of the purple flowers to show that they have been tested and shown themselves worthy. Sarai of Riyar, the legendary Bard, was said to have an entire cloak of Singer's Savior that she wore when she petitioned for entry into Bardic Guild, which had previously refused to admit her.