The dryad smiles softly at you and touches a hand to your head, and you feel a crawling sensation as literal roots spread across your head and shoulders. You feel slight tugs at your skin when the roots set up contact points at your temples, spine, and throat... No pain, but a sense of being tied into something.<br/><br/>After a few moments, the dryad speaks. "Your body has suffered no real damage from the eggs, and they are not acidic. We have never seen this type of ooze before, though... it is a blend of reptile, slime mold, and amoeba... The eggs gestate for three weeks before their shells are consumed by the spawn inside, and the host gives birth to live young..."<br/><br/>The dryad frowns and pulls her roots away, resting a hand on your slightly swollen belly.<br/><br/>"It's not something we can simply remove and be done with, as they have rooted into your body and each other... though they are part plant. Perhaps we can accelerate their growth?"