The dryad puts her own hand on top of yours as you move up to her stomach, and you can feel her breaths. She doesn't seem to intake air nearly as much as you... perhaps only when she speaks?<br/><br/>"An 'adventurer.' Well, perhaps we could exchange favors as well, then?" She looks up at you and smiles, uncrossing her legs and leaning back against the tree, unconcerned that she is baring herself to the world by doing so. "One of the lost Treeless dropped a band of metal in my glade some years back. I have no use for it, but perhaps you would like it?"<br/><br/>As she takes in the rest of your statements, she smiles.<br/><br/>"You have guest-right. So long as you will continue to share truth and boon of free will with me, my boughs will always offer you shelter. So yes, you would be welcome to return, and make friends with me in the future. As to leaving... Should I fall, my seedling might be able to travel, so long as it is moved before its roots take hold. But I would prefer not to actively seek that option, as I'm sure you understand.<br/><br/>As to passing the time, you are my guest. It would be my pleasure to pass the time as you prefer... and it seems as if your curiosity is not wholly sated."