You drift off to sleep... and wake, several hours later, with your "guardian" laying out beside you on the vine "bed," one hand caressing your forehead.<br/><br/>"She wakes..." The dryad says, giving you a smile. "You practically passed out... We worried for a moment if you had caused yourself some form of lasting harm working your little ritual."<br/><br/>Her voice seems to be partially amused, partially worried... but the smile never leaves her lips. As you look around, you realize that she has sprouted that hedge wall around you again.<br/><br/>"Tell me truth, elf... Do you feel that you have gotten in over your head with this quest?"