Yuki returns Alyssa's nod with a nod of her own. To Geno's wave and greeting she merely stares, too preoccupied by his appearance to bother saying anything in return.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"By the gods, he's even bigger than I remember..."</span><br/><br/>She has a similar reaction to the unarmored and slim-figured Rihyan who clip-clops into the central room a few minutes later. Both the dragon and the centaur absorbed very large meals during the previous night, with the effect of increasing the muscle tone of their already-impressive bodies. Yuki, always the pessimistic tactician, cannot help but calculate in her head what her chances of survival would be if she ever faced the appetite of one of them...and she doesn't like the odds.<span style="font-style: italic">"As if that angel weren't enough to worry about..."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Speaking of which..."</span>The armored tiefling steals a glance at Auralia, whose middle now has only a hint of pudge to testify that a drider was ever there.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Yet mixed in with the paranoia, Yuki also feels a creeping excitement. As long as Soma's plan works and they stay on the good terms with these righteous preds, it opens a lot of doors for the three outlaws. Enemies that before would have been deadly foes can now be faced armed with the confidence that comes from having (literally) tons of backup.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"One way or another, this is going to be an interesting day..."</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>"May I have a cup of suva, please?" she asks the room in general, uncertain of how best to address the suite's attendants.</div></blockquote><br/>"Certainly m'lady." says a ghostly torso that appears only to acknowledge her, then vanishes to the kitchen.