Galevin heard little of what Beowulf said, hearing only his threat to gulp him down at the end. He felt his heart race again, but now, less scared. He didn't know what to say at that point, but it was almost as if the fear was gone from him, but his heart still raced, and felt a rush run through his body. He was soon picked up again, swaying back and forth as Beowulf walked forward. His grip was far too tight to break free from, and he thought his energy was better saved for attempts that seemed worthwhile.