There seems little else to do around the temple. Wayward captives are collected; when Myria sees the party coming back for her as something other than fat on the priestess's rear, she smiles lazily. "I figured as much," she calls softly; limp in Sira's coils, she and the snake have apparently gotten reasonably friendly with each other as the kitsune brushes him with her own tails and doesn't make any move to escape or protest against the occasional tight squeeze or stolen taste. "If you were able to beat me and mine without so much trouble, the others likely weren't going to... oh, you poor<span style="font-style: italic">dear</span>," she says on seeing the state of Ambrosia. "A curse, is it? Well, I'm in no shape to help you with that now, but come morning you and I can certainly work that out of your system," she smiles- and, giving Turilia a smile too. "Good to see you all managed to grab a bite to eat, at least. I assume that my dear departed leader didn't get to the children before getting to that handsome bull's gullet, or you'd have longer faces? Excellent." She leans back, and gently rubs the side of Sira's face. "Shall I be walking back to stand my trial, or do any of you have the stomach control to be sure not to digest my poor little body over the hike?"<br/><br/>Regardless, the children are<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>than ready to get back to their families, and a grateful town and reward await.