As his warm, tender hands, glide across the taut flesh of Ambrosia's stomach, Xarithe can do nothing but smile upon hearing the sound of her relieved sigh. He feeling the muscles within relax, the precise application of pressure, the soothing sensation his touch had upon her body, working to settle her upset tum. "Very good." he says in a hush, to both her ,her belly, and prey alike as they all had a role to play in the events that where transpiring. The nausea out of the way, Xarithe continues to rub, the soft swooping motions he had used to soothe her tum would be expanded. Alternating between gentle caress, to firm, yet pleasant massage. Keeping his motions circular, natural, curving around the figure inside as he helps to both encourage the production of acid, as well as to coat the occupant within. As the sounds of digestion reach his ears, the man squirming and struggling within, Xarithe's hands instinctively move on to the next phase. He speaking encouragingly along with the fey "Yes, settle down, relax, there is no sense in fighting. Enjoy these moments, for you should count yourself lucky, to become the meal as one such as beautiful as she." his eyes drinking in the sight of Ambrosia's color shifting wings, her beautiful face, distended tum, and long sultry legs as he speaks to the man, as already his hands where kneading in on him, applying even more pressure as stomach fold, and press of palm work to break the defenseless man down.<br/><br/>Xarithe marvels at just how powerful Ambrosia's stomach muscles are, for as he aids in their gruesome task, he feels the struggles within weaken and fade, feels the strong figure of the man, soften and lose it's form. feeling the meat sloughing away from bone, the compacting crunch as her stomach as it takes complete hold. Xarithe directing his attentions to any solid areas, he may find beneath the skin, until after but a moments time, Ambrosia's belly takes on a much rounder, natural shape. Xarithe's hands linger longer then needed as he bites his lip looking to her belly, imagining what must have happened within, how the man was destined to become a part of such a pretty and powerful being. Xarithe was quite pleased, it seeming as if he would be happy to remain by her side caressing her tum for the entire day if given the chance......The sound of Albali's voice as she poses her question, would pull him away however. Xarithe realizes that it had not been since his time with Janice that he had provided such a service, a warm sense of accomplishment swells within his chest, as just with the naga he leans down to place a single soft kiss upon the fairy's tum, hearing the soft gurgle it makes from within, he takes that as a 'thank you.' Pulling himself to his feet he looks to Ambrose once more "How does that feel? All better?" he asks in a soft tone, though the bite of his lip as he glances from her tum to face, would speak volumes of the temptations he felt.<br/><br/>Hearing all that the others have to say Xarithe turns his attention onto the corrupt druid as well. "If it is her  abilities you fear, simply don her in a set of metal armor, that alone will sever the link she shares with nature, as tainted as it may be.....for a day at the very least." he speaks clearly as he strides over to look at the woman whom was likely coming too. "Extracting information from her should be a priority, though it is as Eiyre says, quite unlikely she will provide us with anything of use.I agree, and feel that leaving her alive...would be unwise....." he speaks looking around to all of his allies, seeing their expressions as they look upon the cultist " and If none of you posses the stomach for the task, Sira suggests that we burn her..." he states, as his newly forked tongue flicks towards the woman who had come so very close from making him a permanent part of her. "Although if she must be eaten, I could likely make the sacrifice..." he curiously offers, more musingly then anything as it seemed he had been the only one not to fall prey to the feeling of sickness that has effected the others, that and the notion seemed only fitting that the two should yet become one, if not in the reverse manner then the woman had initially declared.