Surprised by the offering, Cyra knows well that the tongue could have easily tried to wrap around her face and drag her forward to Fran. With that in mind, she holds the fairy in her mouth for a few seconds before swallowing her down before the stunned fae can remember to change sizes and escape; her stomach would do a good enough job damping out that magic, and she could focus on the more important meal in front of her. Letting the streams of fire from her hands slow first to a trickle and then gutter out- seemingly out of 'fuel'- she relaxes a little lower into the now pleasantly warm water. "Oh, I could go into your stomach," Cyra says, "Or I could eat the fairies while they are still inside you by just eating you instead." Cyra smiles- it could either be read as defusing a joke or not, depending. "I assume you would prefer me fishing in your stomach rather than you in mine, hmm?"