Nezazit doesn't move from the spot she's standing once the cultist calls out. "Word is that you're looking for extra hands and accepting of people with a certain... hunger." She puts a hand on her round belly. "One that we happen to have. All we've had for support about it until now is each other. The isolation and distress it's made us feel as it gnaws at us until we can't resist any longer and give in once again..." She puts her arm around Rissle's shoulders and pulls her close. "We've managed to get away every time but as you can see, it's been adding up on us. Hearing about you was like a gift from the gods. Finally, someone that'd accept us."