I could feel it, or rather I couldn't, heat. I was cold, I was no longer perpetually being held to the flames. I could feel my body shrink and almost melt as I came to the realization. I was still unconscious though, and I could feel hands. I was being carried by someone, or maybe even something. I wasn't getting hurt though so I did not panic. The dryad was also surely still in the forest, so I did not worry. As much as I hated the thing, I knew it would find me. It was the one that had caused everything in the first place. It must have been eager to see the fruits of its labor.