Meliai reached up to touch Tara's hand when she mentioned dying. It was a sad story. "Sit for a moment. Relax." She saw the broom nearby, and gathered that Tara had been working. They'd just been through quite an ordeal; Tara deserved a few moments' rest.
"The shelves are bamboo," she said, indicating a nearby shelf. "It's nice." Wood furniture tended to make Meliai very uncomfortable, like she was looking at corpses. Bamboo was much easier to take. The apartment she'd 'inherited' when she arrived hadn't been dryad friendly. She hadn't been able to stay there.