Taizee would most certainly swell up Lang's gut far more than her current meals did if she was in there instead of them, being most likely much more weighty then the seven lanky, impish creatures combined by a good deegree. And at the moment, she had devoured her own bodyweight in assorted meats, fish, baked goods and even greens, as that was the only thing left by the end of her thourough 'search for survivors'.<br/><br/>Being quick to settle in by the wall furthest away from the cell with the shadow creature in it, still not feeling very comfortable around them, the big fishlady just managed to murmur a short, "It's good to get your names! We don't really use them much where we come from, but I am Taizee, and you can call me Tai!", before slipping off into her dreams, all of her gear save for the bottom layer of smallclothes strew all around her coiled up form.<br/><br/>Sometime during the night, Tai would go from sleeping soundly with a smile on her lips and thouroughly enjoying her dream, only to grow restless and uncomfortable, audibly squirming around on her bedroll, before again going still, overwhelmed by something truly magnificent. She even seemed to start reaching out for something, only for her to suddenly stop, her hand drop back down to her blanket, and a soft sigh to escape her barely parted lips.