"That rumor is correct," Cyra informs her meal, walking along and keeping an eye out for others. "You were mostly cocooned, so I hate to say it, but I have had better." Coldly rude to her meal, the kari lets her stomach squeeze the girl gently, her acids barely more potent than warm bathwater as she focuses her energies on magic in preparation for a fight. "I like fun," she declares in the face of all evidence, "But I do not have time for any... fun... right now. Sit tight and do not provoke my stomach, and you will be able to last quite a while. Long enough, perhaps," she adds, "That I may find some company for you to enjoy yourself with inside me. Does that sound acceptable? I always enjoy feeling... that much squirming inside me."<br/><br/>(Will just let her stay there for a scene or two)