Ter'ra would see that the uncoordinated brawl finally ended, most of the creatures now motionless in the various distended tummies around. She prods her own gut experimentally, the supple dark skin yielding to her fingers. She hopes that the creature is awake and not a loss that she had allowed to happen in her rush of hunger. Her taps and pokes would not cease until she could feel movement in her tummy. She was certain that though she should have knocked it out, it was reawoken by the positive energy. She asks her tummy "Hello? Do you speak common?" She would take a cross legged seat in the middle of the square as she realizes that time may be of the essence, and her sphere of a belly may have the answers.