Midori dutifully attended to her wife the entirety of that half-hour, not once moving nor complaining about the position. Such was her duty and love for her big, slutty, derp of a wife. Thankfully, she eventually came to, and her wife's response had her chuckling, one hand covering her mouth as she did so politely.<br/><br/>"Sweetheart, I may be green but it'd be hard to have ever mistaken me for a goblin," Midori teased, having fun with how 'stupid' she'd fucked her wife - this had to be a record. "Though you've certainly seen me bed a number of them; I do love short, stacked little ones like our hosts here. Now relax, and I'll help you up."<br/><br/>Of course, helping her up was not a trial at all; Midori was able to lift her wife on her own with ease, even with all the... interesting foliage that seemed to have grown across her body. She was also far sexier than before; Midori could practically smell it... well not even practically, but literally. She gently held her wife's arm, as if her wife were the one leading her about, yet truth was it was sufficient to keep her wife upright and steady. This was complicated when the vines currently wrapped around her wife unravelled and formed into oversized wings of sorts, mostly due to how they battered things to either side of one's body, which is where Midori was. She was happy her kind did not have such modes of flight, blessed instead with a simpler mind over matter means of traversing the skies.<br/><br/>She kissed her wife when the wings vanished and her wife babbled some more about 'both' of them having a new look. Her proclamation of half-dryad however was intriguing; certainly she had mentioned before her family lineage - both of them technically - yet clearly one had been a stronger bloodline than the other. That no longer seemed to be the case, and perhaps it was the strange explosion of wild magic that had set it off. Could also explain why she remained confused about her own form.<br/><br/>Of course, as reality set in, Midori watched as Elektra noticed the rest of the world around them, and subsequently the mess she - well, THEY, but Midori would insist most of the fault lay on her wife's mythical virility - had made. Midori had to hold tight to her wife to keep her from losing it too much, waving her hand about and splashing water upon the two gnomish lasses, and helping to coax the seed upon the floor into some sort of drain or something. Her wife's brilliantly fluid use of Sylvan was shocking, but not nearly as shocking perhaps as the dryadic transformation had been, nor given that nearly as out there. Magic was quite a weird thing; Midori herself had learned language in quite an odd number of ways over the years.<br/><br/>"Yes yes, we'll take care of fixing it, now please-" Midori began before her wife proceeded to try and smother her with her breasts, hugging her in a way that a lesser-framed woman would likely have been snapped in twain.<br/><br/>Her perkier, more prominent bosom and the vines binding them together were intriguing and delightful, but Midori knew she had to get her wife's head grounded now. Tucking her arms in and pushing up, squishing her hands past her own breast and into the cleavage in front of her face, Midori was able to reach up, push past her wife's chest and face, and go right for her horns. With the firm handhold, Midori pulled and without so much as a moment's hesitation was able to push herself past her wife's lovely tits, resting her own atop them, and was able to force her lips against her wife's own...<br/><br/>...then gently bumped her hard, reinforced nogging against her wife's forehead, not enough to do any damage, just a gentle jolt to get her attention.<br/><br/>"Elektra, my beloved wife, I need you to focus and relax, okay?" she said, her voice coming out with plenty of inherent authority and dominance. "It's just a magical play rig, I'm still the same dragoness you married a year ago and whose scales you help polish every morning during my smoke, and these flowers and your newfound mastery of the Fae-queen's tongue have only left you more beautiful to me. I know I was a tad rough, and perhaps you're still a bit confused, but I promise you everything is alright, and Oswald-dono has proven an understanding fellow. Now if you'd please release me, I promise to prove it to you."<br/><br/>Once she was allowed back to her feet, Midori took her wife's arm as a wife should to her partner, and guided Elektra a few steps over until they were standing before the gnomish trio. Releasing Elektra's arm, she stepped forward, straightened her back and pressed her hands together, before sliding her hands down in front of her, lowering her back into a right proper, deep bow, lowering her tail not only out of respect, but to help sustain her balance for such a deep, apologetic bow.<br/><br/>"My dearest and sincerest apologies, Oswald-dono; my youthful impulse and indulgence in 'breaking' my wife has resulted in the destruction of your finely-crafted playset. On behalf of both my wife and myself, I offer not only my sincerest apologies, but to you I offer to magically fortify a replacement set in Minkaian scrimshaw styling, and to your sluts I offer my wife at a later date to indulge themselves for a time in the new set. If this is not enough to compensate you for the slight against your House, I apologize again and await your request."<br/><br/>If it were not for her outfit she usually wore suggesting her background before, then it was quit obvious that she was a well-practiced Minkaian woman for sure now...