Caitlyn continues eating it all, despite its rather disgusting flavor. She offers it up to Lamashtu, though she doubts that non-sentient albeit intriguing plants will really placate her goddess. Inside her growing belly the moss is being compacted into as tight a ball as caitlyn's prodigious gut can make. Her stomach acid is bathing the growing amount of moss inside of her, her stomach audibly gurgling as air is squeezed out from the moss.