Shifting his body as Ryla dips in beneath his chin, as she works her body closer to his, Xarces in turn tightens the embrace around her middle just a little more, pressing his back, his toned chest, and flat tummy against her figure as he simply relaxes for a moment. He couldn't quite put his  finger on it, but something about the kitsune's presence enabled him to feel at ease. Though he'd only just met her, though a fire rages on behind them, a battle taking place inside, Xarces found himself completely comfortable, pressed up against the body of the one who's stomach he'd just marinaded in.<br/><br/>The crackling roar of the fire, the warmth it puts off and the dancing light that shimmers and plays off the waves continually lapping upon the rocky shore. The atmosphere was not lost on Xarces, for his senses where returning, had re-adjusted back to the world outside of a stomach, where rejoicing in the sensations they had almost been denied. For a time he simply enjoys the kitsune's company, until the silence is finally broken by his voice. "It's fascinating, the fire, such heat, such passion, grace and power, burning brightly, dancing and flicker, ready to consume all that lie in it's path, if only to sustain it's radiance a little longer. Burning defiantly close to it's natural enemy, so close to the water, where at any moment it's fragile existence could be snuffed out at a moments notice, the rising of the tide, the changing of the winds, and despite it all, it burns on.....it's rather beautiful really when you stop to consider."<br/><br/>He pauses, giving Ryla's tummy a little squeeze, before whispering "Beautiful, though not as beautiful as you." His lips pursing to kiss along the edge of her right ear, nuzzling in against her hair to settle in and allow the moment to linger a little longer. "I owe you my life dear Ryla, for if it wasn't for you, I'd still be slowly coming apart within the belly of Odette..." he comments, casting his gaze sideways to look over the recovering woman. "What's more, you denied your own bodies urges...I offered myself to your tummy, and though I could tell it wanted me, was doing it's very hardest to claim what it could...to digest me....despite it all you released me." he explains, his voice soft and genuine as he offers her belly another little consoling pat.  "So in essence, you've saved me from two stomachs....."he pausing to chuckle lightly, "or could it be your reserving the right to digest me later?...Either way I am thankful for you."  Xarces concludes with one final kiss to her ear, leaving it at that as Ryla may note he said he was thankful for her, and not necessarily the fact she'd not digested him.<br/><br/>With a sigh of regret, Xarce shifts behind Ryla, agreeing with the point she makes. "Right then, we should get Misha somewhere safe." The little kiss to his throat, draws the bard's eyes to close, he savoring the warm touch of her lips. Before he too would prepare himself to get moving. "I can carry the harpy, it would be no trouble." he assures her, moving to kneel at Misha's side, draping a hand behind her knee and against the small of her back, he begins to lift her, ensuring her head was supported against his body, Xarces slowly stands. "Lead the way my dear." he says with a nod in Ryla's direction, comfortably supporting the harpy in his arms.<br/><br/>While they walk, Xarces following behind, he would make small talk with the kitsune before him. "You made out pretty well today Ryla...I mean you lost Odette as a meal, but I saw you snag up a couple of nice things from her, which I'm sure we'll be able to get a fine price for once we make it back to port." he pauses to add "besides her absence only frees up room in your tum should I need it in the event I don't fit in your bed." he repeating her previous tease with a little grin.  " Most importantly though, Misha is going to be all right." he smiles quite proudly, able to feel the slow and steady rhythm of her chest falls.   "and on top of it all, you got me...." he leaving the last bit open for Ryla to fill in the blank of how much that may be worth to her, where she to value him as simply a future meal, an employer, a friend, a mix of the three, or perhaps even more.