It isn't dead, but has shrunk down to the size of a kitten - in fact, it is a kitten. It seems bullets and blades don't matter much to… whatever this creature is. It's evidently some kind of magical beast.
The dryad looks at you funny for a moment. "Oh, a name.
Children of the root, like me, don't usually have those. Unlike you mortals, we know who we are and what we're part of. Names just make people act like they're individuals
or something. What a silly idea. Just call me Vine if you insist on knowing me by a name.">>710724
William sighs. "This is getting annoying. I hate to be ignored. A fire should never be ignored; fire's important! Look – if I reveal my presence, will you talk to me in front of the others?">>710727>>710729
"Now that I've got my size back, I'm quite alright," the dryad says. "Events like this are commonplace in the Sidhe."
"The Sidhe? The spirit world?" Suncatcher asks incredulously.
"Yes, that's where we are, aren't we?" the dryad asks.>>710722>>710724
The kitten just meows at Communion. It sounds adorable, but the expression on its face suggests that the meow was more like profanity or a racial epithet in exchange for beating it. Alas, only those who can speak cat will know.>>710728
Suncatcher slides off the dryad's back after realizing she's still atop the dryad. "Oh, I'm not hurt real–" she winces, clutching her side, the pain returning now that the battle is won. "Okay, I lied, I'm hurt."
Candelabrum quickly comes to Suncatcher's side with concern, even though he himself is hurt too. He starts fishing in one of her bags and you can see rune-stones in the bag, indicating that she is a fellow druid.