As she felt the girl disappear, as bad as she felt way down (as she always did), she at least felt full, and as small as the girl had been she'd keep her fed for some time at least. Making her way back home, she slid into her burrow, and for such a majestic serpent, it was an unimpressive home. Barely wide enough for her to squeeze through in places, the burrow was marked by dirt rooms and grassroot walls, to a rather literal degree, the biggest room just barely five feet tall. Perfect, of course, for the guest she'd be entertaining when she reformed. Curling up in said room, Basilia nuzzled her sloshy gut, hissing contentedly before she fel asleep, using it as a pillow. She doesn't seem to be doing it intentionally, but her tail is blocking off the way out - the only other point of egress just leads deeper into her home.