The "breeze" sighs, and a few withered leaves actually fall from her branches.<br/><br/>"For now, rest beneath my boughs, and I will rest beneath your care. Just a few hours and I should be able to take form, at least briefly..." Beneath your embrace, you feel the wood stirring, and a pair of lips forms to press against your cheek. "Joke as you might, few mortals would risk their lives as you did. I owe you many gifts, Lisra..."<br/><br/>For the moment, the dryad falls silent, though you feel a sense of comfort and trust rather than fatigue or hurt. Another first... not often you feel a tree fall asleep.