Shuddering as her meal continued to squirm and shift within her, Cyria barely registers the ongoing struggle between Johan and the orc until he starts to directly address her.  About to respond back, a sudden pressure in her waist sends her dropping heavily to the ground instead, doing little more than running her hands over the bulge that briefly forms in her stomach as Jutil makes a valiant attempt at escape.  Unfortunately for her, that particular part of her gut was directly adjacent to another, far more sensitive bit of Cyria’s anatomy, and Cyria nearly goes cross-eyed at the pleasure that her meal was unintentionally giving her.<br/><br/>Slowly regaining her senses as the bulge reverses direction and disappears back into her abdomen, Cyria hesitantly gets back to her feet as Cheesy seemingly makes good on an opportunity to escape.  While a part of her is somewhat annoyed that she got away, for the most part Cyria is just incredibly pleased with herself at the moment.  Sure, she was<span style="font-style: italic">almost</span>made a meal of herself, but that ‘almost’ was all that mattered in the end, and she had even managed to gobble up her would-be predator on top of that.<br/><br/>Turning to Johan as he starts to discuss the orc’s fate, she slowly ambles over when he mentions a need for rope.  Producing a long length of webbing, she wraps it securely around Drodjee’s arms up to her elbows, then sticks the entire sticky mess to her back, just to make escape that much harder.  “I’ll tell you more about the spell later, but oddly enough, I think it might actually be something that you could do.  I think.  I’m still not entirely sure how it works, though…suffice it to say that it has something to do with our two large friends from the well.”