Verwyva opens her mouth and wraps her tongue around Jon’s waist. This time, she pulls him in feet first, giving him a good view of the fleeting outside world. Once he’s completely inside, she closes her mouth around him, and the last thing he sees before her maw goes dark is the dim light creeping in between her teeth. She then gulps softly, just enough to allow him to slide down her gullet, landing in her soft stomach once again. She then yawns before lifting her head to blow out the torch, and then lying back down to close her eyes. She whispers, “I’ve suppressed my stomach acids, so you shouldn’t need to reform until morning. Until then... sleep well.” She then begins to drift off to sleep herself, leaving Jon with the soft sounds of her breathing and heartbeat.