Stuck. In the worst way.

Gregg continued along, nearing the end of the forest. Luckily, he hadn't seen anyone.

But as he approached the end of the forest, his arms started to feel weird. "Huh?"

Turns out, even if they've been chopped, a dryad can still manipulate pieces of wood. The wood in his arms began to wrap around Gregg's arms and torso. Binding him from the waist up. "What the-?"

Before he could fully react, his feet were being bound by roots. Gregg was stuck in place with his junk on display, with no way of covering himself!

Sure, the forest wasn't a popular place, but he was at the entrance! On the trail! It was close enough to town that people could see him, if they looked.

"Oh no no no..." Aralia murmured to herself. "I didn't want him to leave, but I didn't mean like this! I didn't mean to, I..." And she began to think. Had she done all of this to him? The young girl frowned to herself. She didn't know how to undo it.