"Well," another girl says, "there's a war on! Maybe a dryad will go to Elspar, make herself out to be a big hero, and get rewarded with some land and a title. It's happened before!"
"No pressure," the first girl says, smiling at you.
"Th-That actually sounds like...a lot of pressure," you reply, and there's another bout of amused but not mean-spirited laughter at your expense.
"Well, someone could always just marry into an existing noble house," someone else points out, after a pause. "Just a matter of finding some young elven heiress ready to buck tradition. From there, it's a fifty-fifty chance."
"Or," Azalea says, a little more philosophically, "Even if the first child is a dryad, the family would just wait long enough for the dryad to be the father, and call that child the heiress."
Wilhelmina nods. It's hard to say whether she's slightly amused or slightly annoyed by all this talk. "That is likely what would happen."