"I'm not," the dryad says somewhat muffled by Eiyre's belly, "as scared of you as of<span style="font-style: italic">it</span>." Gorun feels the other dryad's head thud into his chest a few times as she nods emphatically without quite managing to remember she'd backed up against something solid, but no harm would be done to creatures with likely such thick skulls. The other dryad vanishes into the undergrowth as Ambrosia shakes off the allergenic fit, and Kaheksa snorts. "Oh, not directly. I wouldn't advise any of you getting off on your own very far in these woods, though, since they might just stalk you. That pollen's nasty enough as it is, picture a few of them shedding spores while trying to shove you into one of their mouths. You sneeze all the way through digestion- not a fun way to go." She speaks with assumed authority.<br/><br/>"We... we wouldn't do that? I mean especiallybecausenowyouknow, but that'd be wrong!" the dryad proclaims from Gorun's arms.