Ter’ra would nod to Dinar’s further explanation, better giving her an idea of just the size of the aboveworld. She had assumed that a temple relevant to the town would have been in the town, but she supposed that there were secluded temples in the underdark as well. Regardless such new information did not change her mind, and in fact only confirmed to her that the clerics may have not been attacked at all. In response to the alchemist approaching her “Ter’ra, if you may.” She says offhandedly as she looks at the other woman’s gurgling tummy reducing the creature within to a soup to be absorbed. Luckily, or perhaps unlucky for her passenger, such a fate would not be the same, at least not immediately.<br/>The dracotaur takes the initiative in offering to give up her meal, something of slight relief to the dark elf. She may be allowed to have her prisoner for a meal yet, especially since the other one the dracotaur had was larger and likely would know more than its lesser counterpart. She would look at the scaled underbelly of the draconic woman and hope that her offering would be enough, and the drow would not offer her prey without it being mentioned. She looks to the assembled survivors “So I suppose we should rush it to the temple?”