The weasel curled up slightly in Arkin’s large stomach, his paws resting between his legs as he looked around, he gives a few tentative sniffs, scrunching his nose until new air comes down to great him. He is some what surprised that there are no acids, not even a weak solution to soften up his skin. He smiles as he feels your mind touching his.<br/>“Oh yes, I didn’t expect it to be so… comfortable, usually its much more confined. So, what happens now, I noticed there are no acids here.”