Haakon continues to bask peacefully in the digestive juices, now with his feet kicked up above him and spinning around and being cuddled by a contracting stomach, as more digestive juices pump in. His broken ribs make it painful to take another breath, or complain or yell, so he does neither. There's still a little pressure, softly massaging Sylvan with the ball of his feet as he is spun around by the tummy. His imagination delights him as he pictures each step of digestion and him peacefully submitting to slowly being burned away in to ooey gooey protein.