Many people of your village are wary of the forest. Dozens of stories about how children are taken.. wives go missing..
No man even tries to step foot into the woods. Few have tried. They never came out.
Needing herbs to care for a sickly elder in your village, you go out to the forest. Your steps are careful and you only take what you need.
Nothing happens on your journey.
The very next day, more herbs and some forage are left on your windowsill. Tied together with tall grass. A noticeable rare flower perched on the top.
You unexpectedly gained a new admirer from afar.. the forest dryad. Who had never seen a human take such good care of something not belonging to them.