When she returns, one of the maids from the kitchen follows her. A small tray rests in the maid's arms, laden with eggs and biscuits, and a few meats. Naiobe herself is not much of a carnivore, but that doesn't mean that her new toy isn't. Having bathed and dressed also, she wears a dark gown, the wood-brown satin looking nearly the same colour as her eyes in the morning light. She has the servant set the tray down in her bedroom, then dismisses the woman with an impatient wave. "Dryad?" She calls out as soon as the maid is gone, crossing to the door between the sitting room and the bedroom.<br/><br/>Standing in the doorway, she lets her eyes rest on the tree expectantly, unsure of whether the dryad is in her tree or if she's chosen to wander the garden some more.