Around the slumbering Ambrosia and Xarithe (perhaps at one remove), Eiyre's awakening finally rouses them as well. Sloshing, balance shifting and heart speeding up, on the inside there's little indication of the utter confusion reigning outside; the tentative hand pressing against Eiyre's taut flesh doesn't flex or do any massaging motions, instead staying rigidly motionless.<br/><br/>Kaheksa watches the camp, squinting against the dim light of her tiny magical beacon. "Friends would be overstating it," she continues to say in her rushed, fluid voice. "Early experiments of my sister, turned loose as guard... dogweeds." She doesn't even smile at her own pun, if it is a pun. "Poor things are ravenous enough that they tried to eat me once. They won't again- there are ways that do not harm to persuade predators of the inadvisability of feeding on me." As she continues speaking, she draws the attention of two of the dryads; the one nearest Turilia continues to keep on steadily backing away on all fours, keeping a steady pace with small breasts swaying underneath her; intent on simply backing slowly into the safety of the trees, she doesn't react verbally to the magus's disgust, though she does crack a very slight tense grin. The other two spin in place, focusing on Kaheksa as she begins talking; unconsciously, the one standing backs away, bumping into Gorun and freezing without looking back at the monk... and continuing to push herself back onto him, come to that. "Uh. Hi." She says. "So, I can see you're all really busy, so... we'll... be leaving now... right? Without any-" she shudders. The one near Turilia begins trying to back away as well, not apparently interested in Eiyre's swollen stomach when the half-elf is glaring at her; she tries to pull herself free without initial success, muttering, "Hi. Uh. So sorry. ThoughtyouweresomeoneelsecouldyouletmegopleasesoIcanrunawaynow?"