The clacking sound of the jaws shutting, thankfully not around her neck, is enough to wake the slumbering bitch... uh, Turilia. The magus would open her eyes, blink in confusion a couple times, then go very rigid as she finds herself staring at a dryad that had, apparently, been planning on making a meal out of her.  A very low growl would emit from the woman as she forced herself into a sitting position and glowered at the would-be predators.  "This," she'd mutter, "is not a welcome sight to wake up to."