"Eh. I haven't sat down to measure you... though I suppose the old orc might have a ruler layin' about, if you'd like me to go find out for sure?" The halfling smirks and shifts slightly so that your hand is able to rest comfortably between her thighs, blanketed on both sides by smooth, soft flesh. "We'd know for sure if you were compensating if I took an exact note, I'm sure."<br/><br/>With a gentle laugh, and a kiss to your cheek, the halfling settles comfortably into the pillow beside yours, eyes closing and breath starting to slow just a little bit. Letting the relaxation actually sink in.<br/><br/>"And yes, I am quite glad I did not have to drag you in your dryad form from a burning building. I imagine it would make things difficult for a wood-based creature like a dryad to be rolling around in burning embers. Like kindling with a decent pair of breasts. We really gotta find some way for you to control that form better..."