Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28718853-20190417132101/@comment-30014014-20190508144909

Alone and on the verge of a heart attack in a forest. The vines of a tree gather close, expelling a bubble of leaves shaping to an individual placing a hand on the aching's stomach "Poor you, alone and suffering..."

A dryad, concerned with a dying man in her forest, pulses healing magic straight to the source.