Both Lily and Kara seem a bit... put off... at the thought of stripping down such a horribly mangled dead body- and you get the feeling that they're wondering how much of the damage is your doing- so Tock has to step in. With all the deference of a child with an old toy, she picks the dead priest up by his ankle and carries him off to one side of the glade, taking time to examine his belongings in detail.<br/><br/>The other women start to join you in the faerie circle... but both stop just outside its edge, looking puzzled. Apparently, they can't pass the barrier... but you can, and soon you feel a familiar, surprisingly soft set of arms around you.<br/><br/>"Hmm... Did you come to plant more seeds, Lisra?" The dryad's voice is teasing... and it somehow sounds a bit more full, as well. "I hope you didn't bring these women here just to brag about me. Or if you did, that you've been telling them good stories."<br/><br/>You notice that, for the nonce at least, Sunleaf seems to be speaking in Sylvan. Trust does not always come easy, it seems.<br/><br/>"I hope you are well, though... you look like you have had an exciting time of it. And you smell more and more like home each time we meet..."