Feeling the fright (or at least what she belives is fright) in the dryad held within her arms, Eiyre gently brushes the woman's hair with her fingers as the hand holding her waist begins slowly rubbing up and down her back in an effort to calm her. "Shhhh... shhh..." she whispers into the dryad's ear, trying to make her feel relax and untense. "You don't need to worry, I won't let Ambrosia hurt you. She's just a bit overexcited and overstimulated after last night."<br/><br/>When Albali orders her to let the dryad go, Eiyre gives the witch a wide-eyed, pleading look as she continues running her fingers through the dryad's hair. "I wasn't going to eat her," she replies in a hushed voice, as though somehow the tone will allow Albali to hear her but prevent the words from reaching the dryad right there. "It's obvious this poor girl is scared to death, and I'm just trying to make her feel better. It's be just plain cruel to send her off as terrified as she is."<br/><br/>"And it's alright, Xarithe, we're all safe, I think," Eiyre responds to the inquiry coming from her stomach. "We have some middle-of-the-night visitors out here, but nobody's hurt. Well, other than Ambrosia getting a face full of some sort of powder when she got a bit too enthusiastic. But I think she's fine...ish."