"I do not know. Depending on what seedling I plant, I could move to a vastly different location... but it takes a while for my magic to recover from the transition. Wherever I went would have to be very, very safe..." The dryad frowns and shrugs, looking over to you. "Granted, we do not even know if I will need to replant yet. My roots are hurt, but not removed... It may very well be better for me to stay here and heal."<br/><br/>The dryad shrugs and puts a hand up to caress the flower in your hair.<br/><br/>"I'm flattered that you wear my gift, by the way..."