Artair clears his throat, feeling better with Penelope petting him like that. "I'm fine, I just realised that I might have accidentally angered our benevolent host," he tells her, hopping down onto her stomach instead, smiling as his feet sink into her flesh softly. "I'm sorry about that, by the way, Willow..."<br/><br/>Once she feels him inside her throat, Glade's throat muscles contract gently around him and start to push him upwards.