How does Meryl even begin to reconcile being so wanted. She's used to being the annoying, nosy reporter. The newbie. The plain and regular human. There's nothing special about her, and yet here she was being absolutely lusted after by arguably the most beautiful woman she had ever met. Just what was she supposed to do about that?

... Other than starting by letting the poor dryad move around some.

"Oh, right!" She lowers her leg, somewhat reluctantly. There is absolutely a pout on her lips though. Even if it benefits her, she laments that lack of closeness. "Better?"