"Fire razes trees and shrubs alike, but their death brings life for a forest. I have yet to hear of fire bringing new life for a human... And you may jest, but you took no small amount of harm fighting off those creatures..." The roots disentangle themselves from around you, sinking slowly back into the ground. At the same time, the dryad's humanoid form starts to pull free from the trunk of the tree.<br/><br/>She looks... haggard. As if she had stayed up for too many days, or had taken too many samples from a Katapeshian druggist's wares. Her skin, in reflection of her tree, is paled and covered in soot, and her hair (like her foliage) is singed and wilted.<br/><br/>"My roots can already feel the life seeping back into the earth... though they, too, were attacked in the raid." Sure enough, if you look at her feet you can see an array of cuts, scratches, and burns. "Your potion helped at my core, but I will have to watch and be safe. I wonder if perhaps I should re-seed..."<br/><br/>The last bit seems mostly directed to herself as the dryad settles back against her trunk beside you, giving you a tired smile.