Muir is squeezed along the tight throat for quite a distance until he is deposited into the dragon's belly. He stands up, covered in thick saliva, which he begins to wipe off until he wonders whether he can bend saliva as easily as water. It is far more difficult to bend than water, as it is so much more viscous, but he manages to lift most of it from his body and clothes. Happy with his new discovery for just a moment until he reminds himself where he is, he begins to look around for his fellow tribesman in the pitch darkness of the stomach.