As the dryad flees away from her, Eiyre's slowly begins to give a sad frown, her lips quivering slightly like a child having a toy taken away. It hurts that much more that the dryad doesn't even look at her as it makes its escape. In her own deluded imagination she thought that somehow in those short couple of minutes they'd  made at least some sort of connection that would give the creature at least second thoughts about staying. But as the dryad disappears into the brush it becomes clear that it seems to not be the case at all.<br/><br/>Eiyre stares into the jungle where it escaped for a minute or two as she listens to Xarithe and Kaheksa talk before turning to join in the conversation herself. "So if there were four besides you that had the gift, and presumably one was the druid we killed on the way here, then that leaves three more with her level of abilities? Or... perhaps it leaves an opening for another to receive the Gift?" The tone with which Eiyre asks the second question sounds a little bit too interested and hopeful, but she doesn't follow that line of thought any further. At least not out loud.<br/><br/>Instead she goes off on a slightly different subject. "What exactly is it that these cultists want, though? They've kidnapped the children to condition them for something, but we have no idea what that is or what goal they're striving for. Knowing that might allow us to better anticipate how they will react to being attacked or give us some insight as to how we might be able to trick them with a false purpose for why we have come here."