Neither of the dryads answer her, instead conversing among themselves. At last they nodded an one of them lifted Puck around the waist, dragging him toward the tree. They both melted into the bark and disappeared. The remaining dryad said, "do not fear. We cannot heal him, but we can halt the damage. Puck will sleep until he is well enough to rejoin you. Whether that takes a night or several years will be entirely up to him."

She tilted her head at the group, continuing with: "you and your companions may stay here tonight. It is safe. Within these boundaries the iron fey will not venture. Our power over tree and land keeps them out. Rest, and we will call for you when it is time."

His tails flick again, and he stares silently at the tree. Something has changed in his expression, but it's hard to tell what.

She thanks them, nodding again before looking up at the trees. She smiles gratefully before suddenlu climbing the tree like a spider monkey, stopping at the third branch and laying down.

Ash vanishes from sight.

(Wolf, Claire should go to the pond or somewhere. I've got something in mind...
And Kitten, if there's any way to include you more let me know. If that means me creating another character I'm fine with that.)

She slowly vanishes from their sight, having slid away and to a pond nearby. She sits at the edge, watching the water ripple as she drops water lilies into it.

He sighs and curls up, far away from the others. He was used to being alone, but he still didn't like it.

She wasn't alone. A herd of satyrs surrounded her, their eyes bright in the gloom. "Pretty flower," one of them said, stepping forward. He had a dark face, a goatee, and horns curling through his thick black hair. His voice was low but almost menacing. Scrath that. Was menacing. Was. "Come with us, why don't you? Alone is a terrible thing to be."

She looks up, unfazed. She tilts her head innocently, "Why should I? What do I get out of it?"

But, of course, the fay couldn't let him be miserable in peace. Piskies buzzed through the air around him

What seems to be the head satyr smiles evilly, and all of their gazes were hungry and intense..."You'll thank us afterward," the satyr promised, and lunged