(Active Digest Attack: 1d20(2)+10=12; Miss)<br/><br/>As the wild elf enter's Calia's stomach, her belly continues to swell forth. Although designed her elasticity, her specially designed shirt has reached its limits somewhere between the two courses of her meal, and begins to ride up, revealing pink flesh beneath the article of clothing. The feeling of fullness, one she hasn't felt in a long time, brings a smile to Calia's face as she believes the struggle over now that the elf is inside of her.<br/><br/>However, she soon finds out this is not the case and groans in a small amount of pain as she feels the dagger stab her from the inside. "Ugh... didn't see that one coming... I guess I am a little more out of practice than I thought," she mumbles to herself. The pain reminding her of the arrows in her shoulder, Calia pulls them out and places them on the table. "Vincent, I don't suppose you'd have anything for a little bit of healing?" she asks. "I guess I took a bit more of a beating than I realized."