At first, Cyria was certain that Disa had completely disregarded her warning, engrossed entirely in her recent meal.  Looking down, she can clearly see Sasara still squirming under the layer of muscles that surrounded her, and she can't help but wonder what that must feel like, both for Disa and Sasara.  However, the tell-tale twitch of her eyes and ears draw her attention back, and she lets out a sigh of relief as she realized that her warning had gotten though.<br/><br/>The reaction that followed was certainly not what she had been expecting however, and it was all Cyria could do to stay perched on Disa's back with the sudden burst of movement from her.  However, it was what followed next that made her cling all the tighter.  A scrape of<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>against her underbelly, and then a wash of something sickeningly warm against her.  Riding the collapsing form of the oni to the ground, Cyria just looks up at the 'primal' with obvious fear, as she's by far the closest member of the group to her, and there's no doubt in her mind what will happen if she tries to flee.