Ter'ra would consider the amalgamite, not giving further comment once she explains what she could do. She does wonder just what the limits are of such a creature, but decides that there at least would not be any debauchery with shapeshifters pretending to be her and doing something else. She looks at her still pudgy tummy with a pout, her stomach dutifully trying to finish processing the meal she had enjoyed. Once asked she would respond "I can only have one such spell active at a time, sorry." she says with some actual genuineness in her voice. She tried to give other drow such an ability when going to the surface, but the last time she tried, she got blinded by the sun, that damn orange ball could use some shader. "Is your kind also from the underdark? Why does the sun hurt you?"