Seeing the fight she's caused, Miria grins very briefly before holding her hands together behind her back; as Xarithe ties them there, she adds, "You can make it as tight as you like, dear, I have no problem being tied up..." Once the deed is done and she's helped to her feet, she says, "Well, as much as I'd love to curl up in your stomach, as much as you say you'd be fine I fear I must agree with your friend; the presence of a live person can't but help to interfere with your ability to fight. And I'd hate to put you through all the temptation of letting just a little acid out if I fidgeted at the wrong time, so I'd prefer to stay in the close acquaintance of your dear serpent friend." With help, she walks over to Sira, and sits herself down in the serpent's coils to let Sira wrap around her and bind her more surely than silken ropes; placing her head near Sira's mouth, she grins at the brush of a tongue across her forehead. Sira registers her strong approval of the kitsune's taste; Miria adds, "Well, if I can put your mind at ease, my shapeshifting isn't a matter of seconds or minutes, but hours or even days; it will be some time before I could resculpt myself into a form I prefer." As the kitsune settles in, Albali heads over and begins looking cautiously across the narrow passage to the large central building, seeking out magical auras; this time her senses hit on at least three, more like four separate auras (the number changes, as some seem to be at the fringes of her ability to sense). Though they're all weak auras, a weak aura can still be one that packs a surprising punch from either an ongoing spell or a magic item. Without a direct line of sight inside, she can't quite pick out what flavor of magic each is, though two of them seem widely distributed across and area and two seem to be on items that move around inside the building.