As Eowyn's stomach grumbles noisily next to her, Aria grins and slides over to her as they continue behind the harpy.  Lightly rubbing her flank, her hand slowly shifts to her underbelly before withdrawing.  "Well, unless they can get enough to satisfy our friend here, we should probably be considering other methods of getting her fed."  Looking up at the centaur, Aria's expression pretty much says<span style="font-style: italic">'I saw how you were looking at me earlier'</span>, and she almost seems to be daring the cleric to try following through on that train of thought.