The dryad cocks her head to the side, but settles back down alongside you, her weight resting for the briefest of moments on the hand on your breast. For a being born of an ancient tree, you can't help but notice that she's awfully light...<br/><br/>"You are fighting alongside us against the invading devils. I believe that I would be remiss if I did not at least attempt to answer your questions." The dryad smiles and snuggles up closer, one hand rising to brush the hair from your forehead. "So please, ask away."