Caronna gets the divine sense that both meals gurgling away in her lower-tum are evildoers of evil deeds... and that Khorvaire will be a better place once they're reduced to a steaming pile of waste, their souls entrusted to the god, whatever is good about them slathered on Caronna's own flesh... and as she digests them, their struggles and screams are sweet, sweet pleasure to the do-gooding paladin, savoured by the soft rubbing of her palm against her stomach...