The dryad doesn't pause as the servants enter.  Not until her Mistress begins to move does she halt her nuzzling and gentle lapping.  More like a hound than she realizes, she hunches at the foot of the large bed as the ghostly pale woman is laid out.  Her braid has come unraveled at some point and that delicate flesh shows the bruises and marks of her time hanging in the feasting hall.  Her face is a mess, wet from her hysterical sobbing.<br/><br/>Bloodshot eyes of pale pink blink up at Naiobe as she lays, arms extended above her head and too sore to try to move as she shivers in fear.  "Please," she whispers in a voice almost gone from crying and screaming, "Please m'lady... whatever I've done... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I swear I'll make it right... I'll be good... Just... Just please... don't... don't... Not with..."  her throat works a moment before she forces the words out, "Please m'lady.  I'll do anything if you just have mercy and don't give me to the hounds.  I don't want to die..."