Glancing over as the rest of their group emerges from the underbrush nearby, Cyria leans into Anya's touch as her hands start to roam over the bulges that the lizard-girl was making.  "She tried to go after me, and got closer than most.  Course, with her trying so hard it would have been inconsiderate to not try to return the favor.  My effort was a bit more effective then hers, though."  Feeling Jutii's squirms slowly but surely lessen in strength over time was just as enjoyable as the struggles themselves, as they were now past the point of being potentially strong enough to risk escape and were now simply providing an enjoyable internal massage.<br/><br/>She felt her magic fade a second before Yumina began to shrink, and Cyria could help but laugh at her reaction.  "Don't mention it.  I've always had a fondness for spells that can make my allies more powerful, and that one in particular is a favorite of mine.  Plus, it's always amusing to see how people try to deal with whoever I've cast it on."<br/><br/>Following the others to the gates of Port Tyval, Cyria can't help but let at least a bit of her displeasure with the town show on her face.  Give her a nice, quiet place where she could study her magic in peace - a rough-and-tumble town teeming with the shadier side of society was far from her preference.  They had to go where the jobs them though, and the prospect of getting more meals like the kind she had just gotten was almost tempting enough to change her opinion on the place.  The guards present just another wrinkle to deal with, but between their likely desire to avoid any major confrontations with the group as well as the ease of convincing them to put aside their concerns, Cyria wasn't too concerned with them.<br/><br/>Johan's approach toward dealing with them just confirmed her suspicions about how they would be dealt with.  She kept her hand near her satchel that had her spellbook in it just in case, but she would be rather surprised if they decided to push the issue at all.