While she wouldn't have been terribly surprised to see that Dart had somehow managed to work himself free in the intervening time, Cyria had not considered that another predator might have tried to take advantage of the situation.  Worried that the harpy might try to force the issue, Cyria was relieved when she flew off.  Muttering something about how a significant majority of people that saw her for the first time always seemed to say the same thing about her, even down to that same word - 'NOPE', although often several times in a row rather than just once, it doesn't take long to get Dart down out of the tree.  "Oh, you don't know much about how we feed, do you?  Trust me, being stringy isn't a concern, and by the time you'd finally end up in me you'll weigh a lot less..."  As much as she's telling the truth, her smirk and tone make it obvious that she's just teasing him at this point.<br/><br/>Heading out, Cyria was all-in-all rather pleased with how the whole situation had gone.  The fight had gone about as smoothly as it could have for them considering how many opponents they had been up against, even with what had happened to Alura.  While they hadn't managed to secure the well, Cyria wasn't sure that it would have been possible for anyone to have done so, and Actil had done a remarkable job at keeping the dangerous portal closed as long as he had.  If it had opened during the middle of the fight and someone of Disa or Veria's capability had come through, there was no telling how much damage they could have been capable of causing, even with the limited time that they might have had.  While she empathized with Yumina's complaints about not getting anything to eat, she usually looked at that as a pleasant occasional bonus rather than something to expect on every job.  Cyria spends most of the trip back to Tyval attempting to converse as much as she can with either of the pair, trying at first to get any more information from them about what they remember happening last, but eventually just trying to talk with them at all.  The difficulties even speaking at all with them wasn't helping things, and her attempts to concentrate weren't helped any by the fact that she eventually became aware of the fact that Johan was, every so often, fixating rather noticeably on her bobbing abdomen, which in turn reminded her of the upcoming activities planned for the night.<br/><br/>The appearance of a pair of individuals on the road breaks her out of her reverie, and as they launch into their spiel, Cyria has to try fairly hard to keep a straight face.  Bandits.  Honest to god bandits, trying to extort money from them.  It was something that she hadn't encountered in so long as to be a novel experience again.  Before she can say anything, Johan steps around her and launches into a little speech of his own, and at this point Cyria can't help but let the amusement at the current situation show plainly on her face.  Gods above, but she had forgotten how snarky Johan could be when he really wanted to, and Cyria wasn't going to be surprised at all if more than a few members of the bandit group threw all caution to the wind in the face of his blatant disregard for everything they were attempting to do.  As he proceeds to give a rather graphic description of his plans for the night's activities, Cyria can feel her face heating up as her face did an admirable effort at turning the same color as Anastasia's strawberries.  At the same time, she pulls her crossbow from the sling on her back, holding it lightly but just as obviously at the ready.<br/><br/>"Yes, well, if I may add a bit to what he's already said - most of us haven't had the best day.  Your presence, on the other hand, has the potential to satisfy a majority of those unfulfilled desires.  Yumina here, for example, was absolutely<span style="font-style: italic">fuming</span>earlier when she had not one but two potential meals denied her.  With this many of you, though, it would be positively rude to do that to her again, and there's no better way to end a long trek than with a good meal."  Looking over at the feline, Cyria's smile is showing her fangs rather prominently.  "Well?  See anyone particularly...enticing?"