The heat of the battle finally over (both regards to the fighting and the struggle to get the comparatively large human into her belly), Eiyre seems to snap back reality and take in the current situation. Xarithe appears to have made a friend, and this time it doesn't just seem to be one-sided, she notes as she scans the room, eyes pausing for a moment on each of her companions to make sure that they're in one piece and not currently residing in any digestive systems.<br/><br/>They all seem to be doing fairly well, the oracle thinks to herself, at least before she at last gets to Albali. The arrows sticking out of the woman make her look like she's well on the way to starting a side job as a pincushion, and there's certainly enough blood on her to make it evident she's far from healthy. Eiyre attempts to make her way to the woman to help her, but it's a long and strenuous process with the human in her gut weighing her down. Calling the oracle's movement "waddling" would be overly generous as she more drags her belly across the floor than carries it. Still, she seems undeterred by the slow process and with enough effort finally crosses the short distance to where Albali stands...<br/><br/>...At least until the elf moves across the room to devour the sleeping halfling. Not that Eiyre can really blame her, the oracle's diminished height puts her well below the average creature's field of vision. And so Eiyre starts her trek again, plodding her way after the witch and finally catching up as the halfling disappears between her lips. As Albali considers her meal's flavor, she can feel a tiny hand reach up and gently caress the underside of the curve the small man makes in her belly. It rests against her robe for a moment before glowing white, and as it does so Albali can feel some of the pain of her wounds fading away.<br/><br/>Should she glance down, the witch can see Eiyre gazing up at her with the guilty smile of a child who's doing a good deed in an attempt to make up for misbehaving. "Does that help?" the oracle asks, her normally high-pitched voice raised to a near-squeak by her decrease in size. She leans forward in an attempt to reach more of the bulge in Albali's midsection in case she wants more healing, in the process shoving her own swollen belly up against the woman's shins.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Cure Light Wounds on Albali 1d8(3)+4 = 7 <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/155420">http://orokos.com/roll/155420</a></div></div></div>