With Albali's words penetrating her dreams, Eiyre gives a quick, loud snore as she is thrust into the waking world. But the large meal within her makes her lethargic and resistant to attempts to wake up. Her eyes slowly and groggily open as the witch's cautionary words transition from being heard to being comprehended. The lack of an extremely worried tone leads Eiyre to assume that this "company" isn't anything immediately dangerous, so she makes no hurried effort to fully awaken.<br/><br/>With a groan of effort, the oracle shifts and sits up, rubbing the sleepers from her eyes before gazing about the campsite at the scene before her. With none of the dryads in a predatory-looking position any longer, there's nothing to indicate that the newcomers arrived for a snack. And, as her eyes focus on the dryad right next to her, Eiyre comes to the conclusion that at least this one is here for an entirely different reason altogether. After all, hands reaching towards prey-filled bellies generally indicate one thing.<br/><br/>"Oh, hi!" Eiyre greets the dryad in a hushed but cheerful tone that gives the impression that she expects no threat form the creature. Glancing at the dryad's hand outstretched towards her, Eiyre gently takes hold of it and eases it forward until it contacts with the stretched flesh of her swollen belly. "It's so nice of you to come here in the middle of the night to give me a rub," she smiles, slowly moving the woman's palm around against her middle and closing her eyes in enjoyment of the touch. Although Eiyre's words and manners impart a naive trust of the dryad, her hand remains affixed around the creature's wrist, giving a firm reminder of exactly who has a grip on who should the oracle's bloated form give the creature any predatory thoughts.