As soon as feign's face hits the outside air, he gasps a little and blinks, suddenly fully awake.  The air of the den, though still tropical, feels cool compaired to the heat of being surrounded by Tamara's throat.  He wriggles his shoulders to assist her releasing him. When his arms are free, he easily helps slide himself from her tailmaw with a little groan.<br/><br/>Fully out of Tamara's body, he unsucessfully tries to stand, chuckling a little to himself when he slips back to the ground.  He lays on his back on the den floor looking at the ceiling.  He smiles as he takes in the sounds and scents of the two happy nagas.  He mutters to noone in particular, "Yeah, this could work out."