Yasha glares at Arcea, but it's a glare of someone who's dissatisfied with the world and everything in it rather than anyone in particular. "If you tried to come after me, I'd have<span style="font-style: italic">climbed </span>you outta her throat," she says with just a bit of growl in her voice made more comical by her wretched appearance. The comment about 'roundabout ways' either passes her by, or she doesn't want to address it while she's still stinging from residual stomach acids- either way, she sniffs loudly and continues squeegeeing herself off, pressing her broken rifle's barrel into impromptu service as a long rod to try to push most of the liquid off into a steaming puddle in the snow at her feet. Gratefully accepting the coat from Sevana, she actually smiles a little- "Thanks, my fur's not going to be able to keep the cold out this wet- and yes, a bath sounds... delightful. More than delightful. Just tell me who I have to shoot to get a warm bath- of WATER," she grumbles, "And I'll shoot 'em. If I don't have to shoot anyone to get a bath, so much the better," she mutters.<br/><br/>Marek, having been given the implicit goahead to enjoy himself, stuffs the marten into his mouth and starts gulping her down without any further warning or ceremony- saving Yasha was all fine and good, but a meal was much more fun. Instead of finishing swallowing, though, the lizardman pauses with the marten's legs kicking outside his mouth and the bulge of her chest right at the bottom of his throat, her head inside his chest- and there he stops, beaming and closing his mouth as much as possible. Whatever his tongue's doing inside there, it's making the marten's legs kick and her protests get a lot more shrill- he swallows every now and again, but keeps his jaws clamped on his meal's thighs tightly enough to keep her from going down. "He's been working on his tendency to eat too fast," Yasha explains to nobody in particular, rubbing snow on some of the worst of the burns. "He'll use her as a... kinda lollipop for a while until he gets bored before swallowing. Encourages him to savor his meals, not just bolt 'em down like a starving savage, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE I COULD NAME," she yells at the marten through scaled hide.