( Equally as reluctant, the dryad unwound herself from around Meryl and stood, taking her hand to lead her to a rather unassuming spot in the corner of the garden. She pulled open a hatch half hidden by greenery, revealing a set of stone steps leading down into an underground room. )

Nice, right? Red Son got it for me - made most of the stuff in it, too. ( she motioned toward the bed. ) Make yourself comfortable, love. Promise not to get too handsy tonight. ( She, weirdly, wasn't much in the mood.)