Xix swam against the torrent to the best of his tiny body's ability, no longer able to shout from the tidal wave working against him, but no matter how hard he resisted, Steph's maw loomed ever-closer. Her throat drew a lake's worth of liquid into the darkness of her body, and in its seemingly insatiable thirst, so too did it bring the alien into the drenching confines of her mouth. He did his best to grip the slippery tongue beneath him, but at his size, all he could hope for was to be felt before the last gulp of liquid threw him into her gullet. He could hear what Steph had drunk already sloshing its way down to her stomach and it chilled him far more than the liquid itself ever could.