"Rest for now. Nightfall is only an hour away, and we would not have you face them exhausted. They are known to play nasty tricks on mortal minds..." The dryad moves back towards her tree, and motions. The soft nest of vines spreads further and alters to allow you to recline. "We will rejoin you if the infernals come."<br/><br/>And with that, the dryads disappear back into the trunks of their trees. At almost the exact same time, Tyg and Perlivash come streaking back into the clearing.<br/><br/>"We told... oh. They're sleepin'." The grig looks around the clearing, and at you in your vine gown and swelling belly & breasts. "You look... different."<br/><br/>"I take it the dryads were able to help with the eggs," remarks the little faerie dragon.