Hearing her tummy rumble out a loud, "Glrrrn, glub", as it finally clenched fully in around her meal, forcing the breath of life out of him and acids in, Rissle tossed a glance back at the weapon, just waiting for it to disintigrate, and soon enough it did! As the excess air pushed out of her churning gut escaped the half-dragonborn's lips with a soft burp, the ranger turning smugly over to Malark, giving him a hug if he would accept it, giggling, "Thanks a lot for the help!"