Still mildly disorented, Meryl can only shudder as she hears that first whisper. Her eyes flutter open, leaving her unsure as to when they'd been closed in the first place. It takes a second to focus on Night Sky, or to even process the way the dryad's hand glides over her skin.

"Mmn?" She can't help but look quizzically up at her. Why wouldn't she be okay after all of that? "I don't think I've felt this good in... ever, honestly."

She rubs at her neck with a faint grin. It shouldn't surprise her how rough her voice already sounds but. Here we are.