Lang's personal experience the preceding night doesn't have any overlap with what residual energies in the temple to cause. The comment on not scaring the otherwise all woman group is the end of it for her. Unless someone winds up seeing it as an excuse to help relieve her of some cargo behind her hind legs. Goodness knows the taur could use it with the current size of those things.<br/><br/>Her own belly is also flat. Not that anyone ever looks there when her breasts are up at eye level. Things are so huge they'd draw anyone's gaze. The belly between her legs has been handling the storage of everything she's been observed actually eating, which is still working on the leftovers of the previous day and this afternoon as soup gets added to the mix. Considering that Lang's upper belly has been shown to hold prey on it's own she could really pack people away if given the reason.<br/><br/>And of course pregnancy fantasizing women need not wait for some magic that may or may not be present or effect them when there is a potential father close by. Lang's already let that cat out of the bag when she let herself indulge and inflated her balls to their current state yesterday. With the excuse that it happened because of the magic here, who's going to know?<br/><br/>"We haven't lost it yet. The people were taken, not killed." she pauses. "Worst case an island can be repopulated. New lives in more ways than one can await in the wake of disaster. I could wind up very busy as a result of all this." She chuckles. It's slightly forced, but it is an attempt to lighten the air at least somewhat.<br/><br/>Lang doesn't comment on the exotic sound of the other survivor who arrived before them. No one present is really one to talk on that front. "She must need the room if you put her in there. I can make due. Hopefully we will get to see her tomorrow. Not every day women my size get to meet."