Getting back out and able to stand up straight again, Rissle let go of Malark and bent backwards, her gut sagging heavily down over her lap made crouching over quite the pain, huffing, "I-i said all of that about the trap door out aloud right? D-don't put to much thought on it, atleast not yet!"  Turning away from the bard for a moment, the ranger skipped down to the river bouncing her tummy about with wet blorts and gluts now that her well aged meal had been completely liquified. Wading about in the shallows, washing grime off of her feet and boots, Rissle beckoned Malark over, calling out, "Instead of just standing there gawking, come and wash your feet, I am starting to feel a little hungry again!"~ Though she might be stealthy when she wanted to and concentrated about it, the half-dragonborn was kinda an airhead!