Listening to and feeling his gut churn and contract around his meal until it quickly loses any discernible shape, Aethon turns to Misha as she makes her way down the stairs, chuckling at her still somewhat distended form.  Following her over to the table, his underbelly slightly sloshing under him, he settles down next to the table.  "It looks like everyone except for Xarces and Ryla are back.  Knowing Xarces, at least, it could be awhile.  Although, I do know a spell that I could use to contact them. You want me to?"