Alizome sure isn't listening to Jules; she figured, with as much choice as her own 'shadow' had given her, if he was going down her throat rather than the other way around he'd probably chosen that. Seemed almost selfish to back out partway down, and who was she to interfere? They were eating a lot of shadows, a quick glance around confirmed, and so if they got to have one meal that didn't seem too much to ask in return. Part of Alizome's mind still would have preferred to find out just what a shadow's stomach felt like compared to a creature of flesh and blood, but... the elf smiled, giving her still-swollen stomach a squeeze to help the muscles inside continue their work on her Gift. This seemed better, somehow- probably because of the aftereffects of the potion. She could swear she almost felt a.. energy, radiating from the shadow as her still-enhanced acids liquified the solid shadow back towards its more natural shape, feeling a vague affection for her second meal and first willing one, but who knew what was actually real in this crazy place? Letting one hand continue massaging her own stomach for want of anyone else to do it for her, the other brushes faintly past the artifacts still present. "Funny, one's missing," she murmurs- to herself, since nobody else was likely to be paying attention to her right at that instant. "Hopefully not the one we needed, no?" Her attention, though, is rapidly drawn by the amulet; Warding was right up her alley, and she almost just pulls it off its resting place before sense returns and she carefully checks the area for any traps.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/176176">Perception (trapfinding)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+14</span><span style="font-weight: bold">31</span>