With an irritable snort, Eurikova relinquishes the soul of the demoness; there wasn't much advantage for her to hold onto it, and so she would remain un-weighed down (in a metaphorical sense) by an enemy who knew she'd been beaten. Looking around, she adds, "So, is that about it, apart from those two?" She nods to the drider. "I mean, if you two are just getting started, I'm not averse to resting here. Jules probably needs a rest too," Eurikova adds. A little irritated still, she adds, "Of course, he could have been resting inside me, and when we made camp for the night gotten a perfectly healthy new body, but his loss."