Though he does not settle in to watch Linda work until after all of the many prospective meals have been gathered up. His fast and frequent deliveries allow him to keep tabs her progress. Stopping for a moment to take in the scope of the pile he and the others where amassing, judging it to be an impossible feast if there ever was one. "Just...take your time, we're in no hurry." he reminds her positions himself beside the pile, sifting through and separating the next lizardfolk for her consumption.<br/><br/>Watching her eat, periodically handing off the next meal in line, Xarces is fascinated by how efficiently she packs them away. Pulling their large, powerful bodies between her lips, swallowing them down to stow them within her tail. Each one increasing it's size, each one he figures to be her last, imagining that there is no way she can fit another one inside of her, and yet somehow she does. Seeing the flesh stretched so tight, so much so that her scales no longer touch one another. Xarces' jaw drops, when she opts to continue.<br/><br/>No longer having lizardfolk to collect, Xarces takes an even more active roll in delivering the meals. Hoisting the blackscales up to her, as one by one they begin to round out her human belly. Each one having to be lifted higher and higher, hoisted over her belly in order to reach the lamia's hungry maw. Where as each meal in her tail had a gradual effect, each blackscale within her human stomach doubled, tripled, even quadrupled it in size. He shuddering to imagine just how tightly packed their bodies where within her as he takes up the first of the poison dusk. Flying with them, up and over her distended belly, delivering them straight to her mouth as he flutters before her, giving ample time to position and swallow down the much smaller humanoids. "You feeling all right? You want to take a break?" he asks after every few poison dusk, not wanting to force feed her. Despite his disbelief that she could possibly accept the next one in line, she assures him she has room, insisting that he bring her the next.<br/><br/>Obediently Xarces delivers them all, until the last of the poison dusk, the last slain enemy that their group had encountered, is being tightly sealed away between the lamia's lips. "You...you did it! You actually did it!I....why I don't know how, but you managed to eat every last one of them, amazing simply amazing!" he exclaims applauding her effort. Lightly fluttering to the ground to give her massive belly a gently pat. "All that's left to do now is rest. I shall give you a moment to settle in, and throughout the night, i can offer your tail a rather thorough massage. Working those acids into the meals, breaking them down, so that your body can perform the next miraculous trick, absorbing in all of this meat!" he pauses to vocally entertain a thought that had crossed his mind more than once while watching her eat. "Unless of course you'd want to add another to that stagger number of meals, opting instead for an internal digestive assistant." he teases while lightly rubbing her massive tum. A part of him wanting to see for himself where all this prey had gone, half convinced that her stomach didn't lead to some manner of pocket dimension, despite seeing the size at which she had expanded. Such curiosities aside, Xarces Felt rather proud to have aided her in this accomplishment and looked forward to continuing to support her throughout the night.<br/><br/><br/>OOC: Feel free to progress us along to the next encounter whenever your ready Ambrose