The staff makes a sound, indicating that it approves of her choices. The angel's cry of protest is significantly muffled, by the tendril thrust down her throat, but it's immediately obvious the staff has done excellent work; Amara will even get the impression that she can control the size of her new attachment, although it won't go much bigger than it began. Nelchael squeezes around Amara's shaft like a glove, hot and eager, and drawing her all the way in. The angel immediately begins to squirm and writhe, her eyes watering, though her sounds of protest are rapidly fading away.