With Xarces walking around and the mermaid thrashing inside his stomach just like the landed fish she was, the violence of Alizome's motions inside the mermaid's study were fearsome. She'd balled up against the pounding from one side of the stomach to another; only the direction tingling ran over her back told her where gravity was pointing, and even that wasn't reliable. Innundated by multiple stomachs' worth of noise as the mermaid started a futile, last-ditch effort to bolster strength by digesting the stubborn elf, her inner ear going mad from the gyrations, and the darkness somehow even more absolute than it normally was... Alizome was lost and disoriented. And for someone who'd spend more time inside others than even most of her friends would guess, the fact that she was lost while inside a stomach was infinitely more worrying than the mild acid burns on her flank. She made it through the long walk to Xarces' hammock belowdecks, but couldn't know that he'd stopped until the mermaid's death struggles also subsided. Only then does blessed peace come over the soaked elf as she partially unfurls inside one meal, taking stock. She'd been taken... somewhere? She couldn't hear conversation, but that was no proof with so much between her ears and the outside world. Perhaps Xarces had taken her somewhere quiet to digest. Could she blame him?<br/><br/>The question hit Alizome like a thunderbolt. Hadn't she just not very long ago proudly and stridently told the others that she expected no help from inside a stomach? That if she was eaten, it was on her to escape, and any help would be charity and not demanded? Of course it had to apply to the current situation too, for fear that she would be known a hypocrite. Once you went in someone's stomach, you were no longer a person, you were food- and so, unmistakeably, Alizome was Xarces' food, and it was on her to wriggle her way out and become a person again. Anything less would be... rude? she shook her head. Of course, if she was puked up, it would be a gift. A fearsomely valuable gift- her life- but nothing she would dare ask for. No. She had to plan on escaping under her own strength, and so she bided her time as she felt the mermaid still and start to soften around her. Eventually, she nervously pushes her way through the sphincter to the mermaid's throat, and it takes her a few seconds before she realizes she pushed through more than that- and she only realizes it as fresh, potent acids wash across her head. So- wriggling free of the melting mermaid and letting it coat her body for some extra seconds of protection, she paused and took stock. She was inside Xarces' stomach now, without any intermediary. Would he notice? Would he freely give her a life, or make her fight to avoid adding to the mermaid in padding his frame? One pity was that at least the mermaid had gotten to have sex with him first. Poor Alizome was just getting the stomach acids... she shook her head, recognizing the fatal hazard of her mind drifting to carnal pleasures as she melted. Experimentally she gives the stomach wall a little rub, waiting to see Xarces' reaction.