Sleeping soundly Xarithe would be startled by the jostling movements of Eiyre, though he would not thing anything of it, as there was no accompanying cry for help, nor sign of struggle. However the more direct stomach he was in would see otherwise. Ambrosia scrambling about, as Xarithe is in turn jostled even further, all to be pushed rather abruptly back up the fairy's throat, to plop down alone and confused within the tummy of the Oracle. "The hell was that all about....." Xarithe says aloud (you'd think the world was on fire, from the manner she made her escape....), righting himself within the human's tum. "Everything all right out there?" he asks, placing a hand upon the wall of Eiyre's stomach, listening to the outside world for any clue as to what had caused Ambrosia to act so frantically. Xarithe not wishing to cause the human discomfort, or to barge his way back out if it was not necessary. Preferring to sit contently within until such a time where she saw fit to release him.<br/><br/>As his senses recover from the slumber he had so abruptly been stirred from, he would note that despite the absence of Ambrosia, the belly seemed much tighter then it ought to be. Listening, and rubbing his hand against it's slimy surface, he would note the presence of a form pushed tightly against the oracle's tum. A feminine one at that, as Xarithe can make out the vague feeling of breasts, and the unmistakable shape of the female form, even through the layers of flesh. (That.....that's not Ambrosia....I don't think.) he wonders trying to decipher who it was compressing his surroundings, as he hoped and waited for clarification from the Oracle herself.