Naiobe watches the dryad closely out of the corner of her eye. Chances are that the spirit is too preoccupied with watching her tree to notice that Naiobe is watching her, but Naiobe keeps her observation subtle anyway. She notes the tense way that the dryad moves, notes the way that the further they go from the tree, the more her dryad seems inclined to need her. Naiobe smiles. When the dryad finally reaches out and places one timid hand on her shoulder, Naiobe turns and slips an arm around the nature spirit, savouring the feel of her dryad under her hands.<br/><br/>"You're a good girl, to stay with me." She kisses the dryad's cheek lightly, then turns back to the flower she was watering. She doesn't otherwise pay any attention to the dryad, save for murmuring this or that praise in the nature spirit's ear, telling her how good she's being. Naiobe keeps edging further and further from the tree, watching the dryad to see when she might tire, and how she might show it.