Tara shifted as best as she could, restrained in the ivy as she was.  The hands from behind her moved to her sides, stroking the line of her waist up towards her underarms, before returning to her shoulder blades and supple back.  She squirmed slightly, but after a night of sleeping on the ground, the touch on her knotted and stiff back was almost pleasant.  Still, the hands that gave it were strange and inhuman, looking almost like leaves and wood.<br/><br/>"Yes, they are rather forward aren't they?" Tara replied a bit breathlessly to her companion maiden.  "Whoever it is out there, they might not be friendly," Tara said, peering over towards the bushes to see if she could see anyone.  "It might be a good idea to call out to them, they might be able to talk to our hosts."<br/><br/>After a moment, she decided to try speaking to the treefolk in some of the other languages she spoke, hoping that the strange creatures they'd encountered might speak one.  "Hello, do you speak Elven?" Tara asked in Elven, then repeated the question in hissing Draconic.<br/><br/>