Sira flicks her tongue out at Xarithe, watching him as he approaches the slumping butterfly.<span style="font-style: italic">"She is wrong."</span>Sira says, vehemently if ineloquently.<span style="font-style: italic">"DIRTY. Burn her."</span>Sira not usually advocating disposing of perfectly good meat by charring it, her stance seems even stranger... but that's another worry, as Xarithe's hands go to Ambrosia's swollen midsection. This he'd had much practice with, albeit usually kneading a scaled and bulging tail rather than a fairy's midsection. The principles are the same- knead and caress, using just as much force as is needed to help stomach muscles squeeze the luckless soul inside more powerfully. Whether because he's been basting in Ambrosia's stomach acids for longer than is entirely helpful, or because of Xarithe's ministrations, barely ten seconds pass before the cultist's struggles start to wane inside her; another little while of patient, insistent massage, and Xarithe can feel the man start to come apart under his hands. Struggle ceases, with the cultist yielding to the inevitability of fattening Ambrosia. And, even better, with Xarithe's attentions the sudden rush of nausea is completely dissipated!<br/><br/>[[Not enough of a Heal to heal HP, but the sickened condition goes away anyhow! The cultist inside Ambrosia is DEAD.]]