The dryad rises nervously, watching Naiobe closely and trying to fathom what the half-elf is going to do now.<br/><br/>She listens closely as Naiobe explains what she wants and blinks at the last.  "But... but..." she stammers as her eyes grow wide at the task before her.  But Naiobe is not listening, or at least not answering and the girl's throbbing rear is proof that the woman's anger might not be all that far away after the dryad's attempt to charm her.<br/><br/>She turns and approaches the bush slowly, looking it over as she considers how to obey her command.  A question rises in her mind, but when she glances over Naiobe is clearly busy with the table and she looks back to the bush.  Not wishing to delay, she decides that how she answers the unspoken question might well be a test of some sort.  The brown-skinned woman sinks to her knees, placing her hands firmly on the ground and leaning forward.  A whisper and the rose bush moves slightly to offer a stem to her, preventing her from having to lean her body into it and crush its leaves and other blooms.  She opens her mouth and gently takes the stem, whimpering slightly as a thorn pricks her gum but biting down to remove it from the bush and then lowering her head to place it on the ground before her.<br/><br/>Soon enough, she's gather six of them, and despite her care, she can taste the thick and sweet flavor of her sap in her mouth.  Lowering her head, she whimpers and opens her mouth wider now, taking hold of all six stems as carefully as she can.  Fresh tears water in her eyes at the prickling of the thorns in her lips and gums, and she cannot help but moan softly around the flowers as she turns and starts to rise and bring them to the table, sinking to kneel so that she might offer them to Naiobe with wide eyes.