*These lizardfolk...* Synys thinks as she half-listens to what the priestess says.  *I think I'd rather deal with those who are insolent than those this impressively arrogant and self-worshiping.*  Her brief train of thought is interrupted by the sight of the bulge moving up her throat and the feet pushing out of her maw.  Hopefully that means the bard isn't dead, but it also meant what she had been planning to free their companion wasn't necessary.  She considers grabbing the feet and pulling to speed it along, but figures it might hurt Xarces, so she waits nearby instead.