Lilissa gives a nod of appreciation. Her body language makes it clear she's still not wholly comfortable, but the more her hunger is satisfied, the closer she'll come to accepting who she's become. Until then, the idea of being considered a hero again lightens her expression as she sets off. Her modest amount of feasting means she hasn't developed like her partners, blushing at the sight of the two swollen women before her. "It's a good thing we're out of the camp; I'm sure if the others saw you like this, they'd only want to feed more of themselves to you," she jokes with a nervous smile.<br/><br/>Ahead, it's not difficult for the trio to spot the source of the smoke. A set of cultists sit around a fire, arguing loudly while their minions, a set of kobolds, struggle to cook a chicken. They seem disorganized to say the least.