"Hello, everyone." The dryad smiles and bows her head to each person you introduce in turn, and wraps her arms around your stomach to hold you closer once you're done. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. And of course, you are all welcome beneath my boughs... though I imagine that the lady Tock would be more comfortable just outside of my branches. Less limbs hitting her in the head that way..."<br/><br/>The dryad giggles impishly at that, and you feel the warmth of summer in her skin. Which is quite pleasant, considering your previous trials through the heart of winter itself...<br/><br/>Though you feel her muscles tense a bit when you mention moving her to the city.<br/><br/>"Um... I too have thought about that..." Her reply is also in sylvan, keeping the discussion private for the nonce. At least, you would think as much... none of the others seem to comprehend, at least. "Does... your lover have a large garden?"