Cradling the ensnared drow closer, it doesn’t take long for the digestive enzymes Phylia was releasing to go to work in earnest, causing first what would be a pleasant tingling sensation followed by a general loss of feeling and sensation all together.  The entire time her tendrils were pulsing and flexing within the drow, and the taste of the secretions that this was prompting from her writhing meal were an excellent counterpoint to the drow herself.  It wasn’t long before the undulations took on a different pattern as the tendrils expanded, and soon after a steady stream of what could only be described as ‘darker’ slime began to steadily flow back into Phylia.<br/><br/>Eventually, she pulled the now mostly-emptied body of the drow fully within her, curling it up into a tight ball where it began to fade away into her body as all her meals seemed to do.  Turning back to where Eurikova had been, she saw her moving off with a smaller stomach, as well as a very soggy-looking Jules.  Moving after her, she was eager to continue on.  Of course, that would likely require getting their other companion back from the drider, which could prove...difficult.