"Hnnhn?" comes the sound from all around Phyllia as the naga shakes her head, trying to clear her mind. "What? Oh- of course." She says. As tempting as it might otherwise be to digest a possible ally, it was markedly poor tactics. Despite her words, nothing happens for a few seconds except the faint sound of slithering. Soon, though, the naga coils herself around the base of the bulge in her tail and cinches it tightly before slithering up her own body like a coiled rolling pin, forcing the bulge further and further up. She'd never really learned to throw up, and why bother when she could just force her unintended food out? From the inside, it just feels like an appallingly strong stomach contraction that moves oddly slowly up towards the naga's throat, forcing all of the gooey 'soup' in her belly upward and eventually out. Tired, Eurikova just lays there in her own coils basking in the feeling for a few more minutes while the others also enjoy themselves.