The root that coiled around their left limb surprised them, it thickened like an ageing tree, the more it grew, the less they could move their elbow and shoulder. The width of their movement reduced at an alarming speed.
"I'll let you use one limb to drink and eat, I can easily find a snack and pull it up there. Don't worry about it." The dryad said once she felt satisfied with the troubled faces of her guests.
For now, it wasn't tight enough to strangle the boys, however they still doubted her good will.
Oswald moved his lips but put no breath to talk with Laurel. Even though he wasn't sure of the hearing capacities of the dryad, it was the best way to find out. "Why do you think she's helping us? I bet she thinks she can have a taste of us too. Maybe it's just her curiosity though."
Laurel gave a nod in reply, he noticed how involved he was in the plant folk too.
