Shaking her head, Cyra comes out of her miniature trance, rubbing her own stomach distantly and with a purse of her lips. "Are you, um... are you going to 'keep' her? She asks Vesele, shifting from one leg to another. "If you are going to let her go, you should do so quickly before she's too far gone to come back... and if you are not," she shrugs. "Enjoy yourself."