Well, you start to stand, at least... About halfway through your words, you realize that the Dryad still has a hold of your hand, and is looking up at you with a queer light glinting in her eyes.<br/><br/>"There will be time, Nadia... But now, I have a question for you. You see, the connection with us goes both ways..." She smiles, and gently pulls you back down beside her on the bed of vines. "And we were able to share in your senses as well. You perceive the world differently, this much we knew... but I sensed something else there."<br/><br/>The dryad smiles mischievously, and you notice the hedge walls growing thicker around you.<br/><br/>"Why did you pull my hand to your breast, elf?"