Seeing the battle come under control as the last foes are slain or devoured, Celara visibly relaxes against Cadrick. "You might be good enough to get away, but that doesn't mean I won't worry," she huffs. "Especially if there's things like that down there. I thought it was just supposed to be some enchanted wheat and grain, not a bunch of aggressive plant-people!" The half-elemental takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before she continues. "Our new friend is right, though. Did you happen to see anything before you had to rush to get out? If there's this sort of strange stuff going on down there then we should be prepared."<br/><br/>As she waits for a response, Celara's eyes seem locked on the drow's swollen middle while the woman prepares herself for yet another meal. The idea of anything more being stuffed into that rotund sphere seems almost absurd, and the half-elemental can't bring herself to look away.