Adrastia was thankful for her powerful draconic strength coupled with her heavy-load belt, able to stand and walk and act fairly normally for someone so monstrously overburdened. She doesn't quite walk as quickly as she normally would, her heavy belly giving her a very pronounced waddle as she uses her strength to help pull up the other stuffed predators. She poses for a bit of mock concern for the lost, not wanting to seem heartless. She enjoys the concerned and fearful looks from the crew: her draconic ancestors had an aura of fear that made mortals tremble in their presence, and her gargantuan gut allowed her to carry herself with a similar effect.<br/><br/>Her belly is shrinking rapidly however, the dead mermaids quick to be digested in her stomach, the soup of nutrients entering her system. She is fast to determine how much she needs to be full, and sends the rest to her now-larger passenger. She smiles at the thought of feeding her to beyond her capacity, almost all the nutrients and mass going to the mermaid inside. The outline of the enlarged woman easily visible across the Orien woman's stretched skin. Every movement she made sent large shifts across her belly, Adrastia wincing at a couple exceptionally powerful movements. She casts a Mage hand out, appearing as a floating white glove, to massage and calm the skin she cannot reach. The large fluke that made wide swipes would be followed by gentle presses on her taut belly. Her body would be working to make enough amniotic fluid to surround her massive merfolk prisoner.<br/><br/>She would be sure to try and surpress any sounds of near orgasmic pleasure as she feels her sensitive skin stimulated by powerful movements within. The woman gets up from the deck, her massive pale orb of a belly leading her as she begins heading back belowdecks, not thinking much of Alizome and the other lost crew as her belly churns with her "child's" movements.