Xarithe was very pleased to have been given the opportunity to accompany Ambrosia, to have been able to see the digestion of her meal through to the very end. He would never have believed it if she told him, and the moments the two had shared together where invaluable. It was certainly an experience he would not soon forget. "I thank you for this..... I shall lead us back now, the day is young and there is much yet for us to do." he informs her with a warm sympathetic smile.<br/><br/>The journey back would be easy enough, the druid's mind shifting from topics discussed with the fey, to wondering how the others where fairing with the interrogation of the cultist. His assumption being well..... as he had left the task in capable hands, for Albali had done nothing short of impress him during the short time he has known her.<br/><br/>When he returns to the others Sira would be the first to greet him, having sensed him coming long before any could even lay eyes on him, she slithers over to meet him half way. "Sira, I trust you looked after everyone in my absence?" the druid speaking in a warm and friendly tone as the large serpent raises it's head to press against his chest. Offering her a light stroke of her scales. Allowing her to coil and climb his body, he then proceeds to the fallen corpse of the corrupted druid. (A shame...) is all he can think, frowning a little as there was a small part of him that had hoped he would be able to speak with her once more.  "I see the cultist is no longer with us....was it that her lips where too tight? Or that her usefulness had run dry?" he asks no one in particular as he kneels down to inspect the wounds on the body, hoping he would not have to look to Sira for the answer.