"I think I gotta sleep on it in order to think it through." She says as her belly gurgles around its mossy conquest, the plant quickly surrendering to her stomach acids, becoming a slurry of plant matter in the woman's prodigious gut. She seems to be content to lay on the ground, her rather revealing leather two-piece not covering her lightly scaled dome of a belly. She rubs it lightly, reveling in the full feeling as she tries to see if this bird found what the group is looking for. The encounter with the shadow mastiff has her in high hopes that her goddess favors her.