(The Deck needs more than a scrub. It's literally been painted with blood. Good luck Yiggy!)<br/><br/>Valspan affected a bow to the deity of all plants, "This Goada would accept any generosity from you, Lady of Greens, but I humbly request your Ladyship not worry about me over much. I am well fed, and will be for some time. I am also in possession of an 'emergency ration' as I am told sailors are generally fond of keeping." His vines pushed the Ice Dragoness forward to present her to the Yggdrasil, obviously willing to give her to the goddess should she have the desire. The other two meals from the fight several days ago were still 'alive' within his stomach, but he was beginning to absorb fatal levels of their life force. Within the next few days they would be irreversibly digested, with the except of divine intervention of course. The ice dragon, on the other hand, was recovering well, her spirit and body at least. She showed almost no signs of being trapped within the sappy prison that was currently working to be her former comrades doom. Her mind was gone though, washed away by the 'treatment' Valspan had given her within his stomach, combined with the strange, drug-like qualities of his sugary stomach sap, which he continued to feed her on a regular basis.<br/><br/>Evelyn remained silent in his vines, though the deity could feel the demonic doll eying her from his grasp. She despised everything beautiful, and feminine, and nice, and Ygdrasil was the embodiment of those things(most of the time), but even a trapped demon knew when to pick it's battles, and the literal god before it was not someone it should piss off. Prison, as horrible as it was to be encased by this doll, was better than true oblivion. Especially since her new puppeteer was ever so willing to indulge most of her fancies.