Ter'ra would smile in sadistic glee as she feels the creature in her rotund organ become puttered out.<span style="font-style: italic">Not before hurting my poor tummy</span>she would think before wincing at an uncomfotable feeling within. The dark elf would be looking around as the battle begins to come to a close, notably seeing that all the creatures were either dead or being eaten. She sincerely doubted that the others would hold the same restraint she did, nor would she blame them. For now her distended tum would be a prison, one where she could keep watch on her prisoner and interrogate it through her stretched skin at any time. The group needed to learn what these creatures have done, and how to stop them. If that meant she had to postpone a delectable digestion, so be it; it wasn't like she couldn't play with her new passenger.<br/><br/>Her literal bellyacheing would stop quickly as dinar provides some of his divine magic, the sorceress sighing contentedly, almost lewdly at the barrage of positive energy being forced into her. She would add an overly seductive "Thank you..." As she hears a belly rumble that sounds like the creature inside, who may have been healed back to conciousness in her tummy. Ter'ra would hold back on knocking the poor little guy out, realizing it was no longer lashing out. She would say to her tummy "Be good, you have alot of explaining to do."<br/><br/>Passing on my turn, everything seems handled