As the fighting seems to die down, Alizome staggers off to one side cradling her now-still, swollen stomach; finding a handy corner, she collapses, sitting heavily and struggling to keep her breathing even despite the urge to gasp and moan at how purely pleasurable having a belly this stretched out felt. "Well," the elf says, keeping her voice level and checking the severity of her wounds, "We figured it wouldn't be that hard to hear the fighting, is... all..." She shuts her eyes and grits her teeth against a spasm of pleasure, her stomach contracting barely-visibly as it squeezes the blackscale's remains into a slightly smaller, more uniform ball. Without opening them, she manages to grind out, "Where's the thing we came for, anyway? Isn't it down there? Just... give me a... a while, and I'll, uh, be in better shape to go and fetch..."<br/><br/><br/>((Don't have any major issues with less fighting, as long as it is in fact still replaced by Fun! And uh, I guess we can take the more sensual vore stuff to spoilers, I guess.))