Ter'ra would gently pat her tummy as she realizes her passenger is out cold. She would try jostling her belly a bit, gyrating her hips a little to try and coax a reaction. When her round belly's only response is an annoyed grumbling, she decides to stop dancing around. Her belly is not yet round, small outlines of the creature could be made on her distended grumbly gut. She would wade over to her comrades and not comment. The drow was unfamiliar with most languages beyond common and undercommon, and things like aklo and aboleth were unfamiliar to her. "I would stick to languages water creatures use, the creatures tasted salty like the sea..." She says in consideration "I think most of the town is gone, I suggest we check the temple Dinar mentioned, perhaps the clerics there staved off the beasts?"