Abylus accepts the priest's hand and gets up with only a slight wobble, her tum starting to round out as the creature within begins to turn into nothing more than a mushy soup for the predatory shapeshifter to pump deeper within herself and absorb. She shakes her head to Dinar and gives her belly a slight pat, sloshing it's contents a bit with a small smile. "No... I'm fine... I just am not particularly used to doing this. My mutagen hardened my skin and bones, they could not even scratch me..." Which WAS true... she just left out the part that her flesh was just naturally resistant to most forms of weaponry. She looks to Raffeal and gives a slight frown. "Well, I tried to question mine... but I think my tummy did it in..." She hangs her head shamefully. "I need to try and think more clearly when I use my alchemy stuffs. They can mess with my head I'm afraid." She puts her arms underneath her gut to help support it as the distended organ gurgles and glorps around it's meal trying to process it. The walls kneading and churning within her surely melting the beast down steadily. She gives a slight burp and sighs. "If any are still alive I know a few languages and could at least try to ask them if they understand... I don't know what they speak, but I know Undercommon, Aklo and ummmm..." She mutters. "Aboleth... M-Maybe they might know one of those..." Her face flushes at the last one as it is not a language they would likely teach up here on the surface. At this point she hopes that no one has seen through her disguise and that everyone still thinks she is a human (albeit a very weird human that apparently eats people) but she is starting to have doubts about that. With so many other strange or even outright monstrous people here could it be alright to just shift into her natural form? Her eyes inspect everyone, trying to take in all the details of the scene as her impaired mind attempts to gauge what reactions they might have, especially after the attack from strange creatures...