Eleeza had trouble watching Sika's display, but just as much trouble looking away.  It was shocking to see this transformation in the proud woman, and of course it had to be due to some malign influence, but on the other hand the enthusiasm of the beautiful creature compelled a certain admiration, and the blonde felt a stirring between her own legs in sympathy.  She managed to look away, staring at Biggsky who had made such a dramatic entrance, swooping down from above as it were, as if to wing them away from danger.  But that particular danger was passed, and though she gave a weary salute in thanks, she turned back to her comrades-in-arms.<br/><br/>She just didn't know how to handle Sika - she felt she should comfort the poor thing, but something held her back.  Whether it was caution, respect, plain distaste for the slippery mess... she couldn't say, and didn't try to examine her own feelings on that subject.  By the time she had resolved to do the right thing, Bael'reth was already using his magic to systematically cleanse the tieflilng of her coating.  She did watch for a bit, then retrieved Sika's quite impressive sword, admiring it before wordlessly offering it hilt-first to its owner.<br/><br/><strong>"Is this place safe now, or should we follow Pat's advice and get above-ground?  Bradley?" </strong>She eyed the "commander" also, who certainly looked better now than he had a few minutes ago...<br/>