[Gorun should definitely have the amulet, then... also, digestion and mentions of excrement. I had the thought that her 'remains' would be in the style of Aesir... so she dumps the bones, armor and so forth, but in a clean-ish way... that work for everyone?]<br/><br/>Ambrosia shifts slightly, as she feel her meal's flesh slide from its bones under Xarithe's tender ministrations. It's taken mere minutes, and not just because her belly's acids are brutal when she's angry. She smiles up at him, quite genuinely and deeply, if secretly, pleased that he named her beautiful. "That was<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>well done," she tells him quietly, intimately, shifting to emphasise her curve, some of them far rounder than they'd been but a few minutes before. "We shall have to think about your reward," a sideways glance slips to the amulet, that she'd so recently coveted... now she can barely stand look at it.<br/><br/>"Lock the bitch in metal," Ambrosia said, clearly<span style="font-style: italic">deeply</span>frustrated by her nausiation. "Or... acid purifies corruption. Digest what's left that's good about her and shit out the rest." Her stomach gurgles, as it flushes what remains of her meal down into her gut, towards its inevitable exit. "Speaking of which, I'm going to need a little break soon. With some privacy," her eyebrow arches, "unless anyone wants to watch."