Leaning over the fallen harpy, Xarces channels every ounce of power he can muster into his spells. Spells that had saved himself in the past, spells he knew could bring a body back from the brink of digestion, could mend wounds, reknit cracked and splintered bones. Surely this fall was no worse than those, was no worse than spending long arduous hours within another's belly, under a constant digestive assault, mercilessly being melted and mashed, broken down to nearly the point of no return....to the point that his body was currently in.<br/><br/>The extended stay in Odette's stomach, combined with the zealous and eager attention from Ryla's own had not been kind to him, and despite having shrugged off many a stomach's attempt to claim him in the past, having made a name for himself in a sense with how resilient he was against the rigors of the digestive system. He knew that, had the kitsune decided to leave him inside, had she simply chosen to slip away, to settle down and digest him quietly, or have been distracted by a long and drawn out combat...well even his resilient body would have given in, been reduced to little more than a meaty slurry, to slowly wind it's way through the depths of Ryla's body.<br/><br/>Ryla kneeling by his side, looking over her fallen friend, whispering and calling out her name between sniffs and sniffles, would urge the bard onward. As his spell fails to have a noticeable effect he tries again, tries harder, desperate to see her crying stop, to heal her fallen friend. He knew she was beyond saving, and yet he continues to try, he had to, for he simply couldn't bear the sight of those tears welling up in the eyes of the beautiful kitsune.  Though the pain and strain on his body was great, Xarces forces yet another surge of life renewing energy to course through his veins, channeling the effect into the bosom of the still bodied harpy. His body crying out for healing, for a rest, for relief, yet Xarces simply would not falter. Pushing himself to the verge of collapse, the soft sounds of sorrow from Ryla close by all the motivation he needed to endure, to soldier on.<br/><br/>'Come on....come on...' he keeps repeating, silently urging the harpy to stir. So badly did he want to believe it was possible, that something would come to his aid, would grant him the power to save her...yet when it finally happens, when Misha's chest rises and falls beneath his hands. Xarces can hardly believe his eyes... could she really be breathing, or is this a trick being played on him by his over exerted body, a nice little dream as he collapses into a heap? Again she stirs, a pulse clearly perceivable beneath his touch, a raspy breathe just on the edge of hearing.. he'd done it? He'd actually done it? Before he can even come to terms with it himself, Ryla burst out alongside of him, leaning down to nuzzle against the lightly breathing body, expressing her joy at the slightest signs of life in her friend.<br/><br/>Having given it everything he had, Xarces sits back to finally rest, the sounds of happiness and hope in Ryla's voice reward enough for his efforts. The harpy was alive, and so long as that remained true, she'd be able to recover. Though he didn't know how, he'd done it. 'Thank you.' he silently praises this fortunate event, His face beaming with happiness as he looks on at the scene unfolding before him. It wouldn't take long however until he too was caught up in the celebration, Ryla turning to him with happy tears in her eyes. Xarces nodding, to respond with a humble "That I did...." no sooner had the words left his mouth was Ryla pouncing on him. Throwing her arms around his softened, weakened body. The sudden pressure as she squeezes him tight causing him to wince in pain, though he'd not openly express it. Instead he pushes through , much as he had while being churned away in her stomach. His own arms wrapping around her back to hold her body against his, even while partially digested, strong figure. The shower of kisses raining down on his neck, cheeks and lips is quite welcome as Xarces merely closes his eyes and humms happily as each is received. A feeling of warmth and accomplishment welling up inside, as he was overjoyed to see those tears of sadness turn to tears of happiness, as she proceeded to hug and kiss him.<br/><br/>It isn't until half way through her streaming apology that Xarces is able to get a word in without his lips being stifled from a peck by her own. "Mmmnn thank you Ryla, your kisses are most appreciated. But you need not apologize, I know you didn't mean it, and if anyone is to blame it should be me. I urged you on with my caresses....and to be honest, a part of me didn't want to stop....perhaps it was simply due to how long I'd been within a stomach, but a part of me wanted to keep going until I was little more than a meaty stew..." He pauses realizing that was not the most pleasant thing to be hearing at such a time. To this end he pulls back just a little to lift Ryla's chin and look her in the eye's a warm smile spread across his face,  he adds "a stew from which to feed and rejuvenate your beautiful body of course." Leaning in to press his lips against hers, he allows his kiss to linger, slipping fingers through her hair as the kiss breaks.  "What matters now is that your friend is healed....unconscious but living. She should recover given time, and if not here, then we can carry her back, to a place where she may properly rest and recover." He looking to Misha then back at Ryla with a smile, leaning in to kiss her gently one final time before adding with a happy little sigh. "I just couldn't stand to see you cry."<br/><br/>It was then, with all that had been on his mind laid out for Ryla to hear, that he realizes they where forgetting about someone. For the body of Odette would be pressed  tight against him, that very same belly bulge that he had so recently been a part of shifting, and churning against his softened frame. Xarces able to feel the ministrations of the kitsune's  tight tummy from without, where he'd once felt them within. Gliding a hand from her back, and over the curve of Ryla's hips he places a palm against her Belly. Oh how vividly he can recall the steady, almost sensual grind of those walls against his body. Feeling them now, working over the body of another, why it almost made him jealous.<br/><br/>With a hand resting on Ryla's tum he looks over to Misha once more. "We'll stay with her, and I shall carry her back with us if she does not waken before long. I'm sure our allies will be fine with whatever it is they're dealing....and if not, we're only a cry for help away." he says, dabbing away a few happy tears from Ryla's cheek. "But first..." he begins, while offering a consoling little rub to her tightly stretched tummy. "I think you've a bargain to uphold..let the poor girl out, so that she may return to her father, to the life she led before Dura snatched her up." Xarces explains, "before it's too late dear...for no amount of healing I possess will do her any good should we wait till she's sliding out your opposite end." he whispers, gliding his hand lower on her back to give her rear a gently little squeeze. "I know this is asking a lot...and it pains me to ask you to part with a meal at such a time.." he continues, looking to her with the utmost sympathy. The hand on her tum stroking in slow tender circles, appreciating and honoring her tummy all the same, showing a glimpse of the pleasures he could shower upon it. "I promise I'll make it up to you...though" he says leaning in to kiss her lips once more. "and to your tummy." he adds, slipping away just long enough to dip down and press a kiss to the cusp of her tight little swollen tummy.