"Very well..." The dryad focuses, and another set of roots takes hold on your belly. You hear a grinding sound as her feet take root in the ground as well, and you feel a slow, creeping sensation as her magic begins to flow through you. "I can not guarantee that things will right themselves immediately, but we shall see what happens."<br/><br/>As hard as it is to explain, you feel the dryad's magic settling in, and you feel a faint pulsing sensation as the eggs respond. However, you don't seem to feel anything different right away.<br/><br/>"There." The dryad pulls her hand back, and the vines wrap and knit themselves around you to form a sort of dress. "Their gestation should be done by the end of this night. I did not want to make the growth too fast for fear of harming you, but at least this way you should be back to normal within the next twenty four hours..."