Yasha takes another look back, groaning. "Look, any of you too fat to fight? Thinking one of us might want to take that big elf-lady along as padding if we swarm her. The rabbit did do me a favor, after all." Keeping one eye and cocked fuzzy ear on that incipient fight, Yasha snorts. "Fine, fine, I'll pet you later," she calls over her shoulder. "But you've got to help brush my tail." With that, her attention turns back to Arcea and she nods. "Oh yeah, arrogant-noble-haughtiness like anything. Just listen to her, practically reading off the script back there. She might have a sudden outbreak of common sense and not prompt a fight as the first thing she does here. Never know!" She doesn't stop massaging the feline's bulging stomach, using firm rubbing motions with her hands that show well that she's done this with others before. "Best to be doing this from behind with your hands wrapped around someone, but eh, might have to abruptly get into a fight here. Time enough for that when we're all bored and sitting in transportation. Never know though, my hands have been known to... hah, shorten digestion time for some people." Indeed, though it's a faint effect, Arcea can feel her stomach responding to the squirrel's deft caresses, oozing just a bit more acid and having its churning motions dig just a bit more into the unfortunate raccoon's flesh.<br/><br/>When conversation turns back to the marten, Yasha keeps on kneading, just a little more... forcefully. Aside from that, there's no sign on her face of anything being wrong (after all, blushes were hard to see through reddish fur), but her tail suddenly stiffens and freezes horizontally instead of gently waving around. With a bit of forced calm in her voice, the squirrel says, "Oh, she was just giddy when she got me in her belly. Don't think it was the tail, though, more likely it was me trying to break her ribs from the inside." In her mind, she's feeling the hugnry acids rapidly pooling around her, the far too tight stomach squeezing her on all sides, and the hot sweltering panic of not wanting to end up as food for such a pitiful fighter- "I would have gotten out faster if she hadn't been so godsdamned small, though," she mutters. "No room to turn around, had to pull myself out backwards with my legs instead of a proper climb. But uh... I'll take the, uh, cute pudge as a compliment," she finishes, eyes blinking a few times. "I imagine you could see just about- everything, as tight stretched as she was." After a few coughs, she keeps kneading, initially not reacting to the revelation of her man's duplicity. Then her eyes narrow and her tail starts lashing. "He did<span style="font-style: italic">what?</span>He showed up back in my room while I was cleaning myself up empty-handed but full bellied... that snake!" She growls. "Not the first time he's done that- he's one of those that thinks with his stomach first and his skull second. I'll get him back somehow," Yasha grouses.