"I think Zaro likes you," cooed Felicin, tickling Zaro with enthusiasm as she carried Nathura. Pouncing on an unsuspecting lizard, Felicin gnawed at the reptile and kept licking it, rasping her tongue over the creature. It squirmed in her mouth, but she took care to bite it into small chunks of meat and carefully took them out, "There, I took ensured meat for you," she told Stacey, "Now are you going to eat?"