The nymph laughs, obviously flattered by your remark.<br/><br/>"I don't think I would be much use to you outside my forest, friend Lisra. If nothing else, think of this as a reason to come back to me when I call..." the nymp twists her head up beneath yours, and her lips brush yours for the briefest of seconds, and she smiles up at you lazily. Finally, the vines fall away, unbinding you, and the vines inside of you come to rest, returning to their original size as they begin to slide out of their respective holes.<br/><br/>With a satisfied sigh, the dryad settles back against you, and you feel a soft bed of moss spread across the trunk of the cedar tree where you rest.<br/><br/>"If you must sleep, my friend, why not sleep with me, like this? I can give you restful dreams... And perhaps a pleasant awakening..." again, the dryad's voice practically drips mischief, but her request seems heartfelt.