In the hours of first dusk, Inna drifted back into the caverns, tired but sated.
Prosper had been right about the pizza. Inna had thrown it up pretty much immediately after, ducking into an alley and heaving until her sides were shuddering with the exertion. The aftertaste had been awful, though maybe not as awful as she remembered. Whatever it was Elouan had done to them, it was as if their bodies were on hold--- so it was merely chewed-up mushy pizza, and not a sour half-digested sludge. Nevertheless, it had been terrible.
And yet, still worth it. She would have done it again if given the chance. She was still grinning as she folded her wings and made her way in, going so far as to hum a little tune as she walked.