[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/366858">Spirit (Shaken recovery)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span>3,4. Yasha removes the Shaken again, but still has 1 wound. No action since no raise on the spirit roll.]]<br/><br/>Inside the stomach, Yasha doesn't know anything about what's going on; the marten picking herself back up threw her into disarray again, and when her devourer panics and flops back down onto the squirrel-filled bulge she's using as a cushion there's no way for her to prepare. The tumble tears her away from her first hesitant efforts to push a hand back up into the maretn's throat, and instead when her ear stops spinning she's got her face pressed into the marten's other sphincter- the one that her body will only let Yasha go through when she's good and ready to absorb her melted remains. At the 'bottom' of the stomach is a pool of acid, and her head submerges into the thick, clinging liquid. She can feel the itching starting on her eyes and lips as the surprisingly potent acids start softening up her body, or at least trying to. The marten's weight helps shove her into a tighter ball, the stomach walls squeezing their prize covetously. Though she squawks in protest, there's just a bubbling as her cry is muffled by the acid pool, and she tastes the sour, potent acids. Her heart goes back to hammering- she couldn't move. The marten had just to stay where she was and not be interfered with, and it was only a matter of time until she lost the strength to fight back, and then soon after to be softened up enough to be pushed deeper into the marten for one last trip...<br/><br/>Thrashing around, she still can't gain any purchase, another spike of terror sending adrenaline racing through her. Even once the marten belched and stood back up, she was head-down and face-out- the worst position to be in in a biped's stomach. Worse, the belch and continuing acid drizzling from the kneading walls had made it so her entire upper body was submerged in acid, with only kicking legs and her tail in the thin air that remained. Pushing out to the bulge, she hears the marten's words, but they don't quite sink in yet. She's distracted by the feel of a rough squeeze, ending up pinching her breast as it presses against the outer wall of the stomach with all the curves of her bulge clearly visible. It's a little- just a little, mind- softer than it should be, and that fact rushes to the front of Yasha's mind quickly. She itches all over, already- it's starting to burn in sensitive places, even between her legs. She's never even been this close to digestion, but she's heard about it from others... and she was now beginning to be digested by this lowly marten girl. Indignation warred with terror, and gave her just enough of a mental edge to keep the terror reasoning instead of unreasoning- she thrashed around in the stomach a few more times before pressing her face to the marten's wall and screaming. "SHE'S ALREADY DIGESTING AS HARD AS SHE CAN," she yells, hoping one of her friends was close enough to hear. "LET HER GET TO THE TREES AND SHE'LL BOLT TO FINISH ME OFF!" Some of the acid gets into her mouth, and she starts coughing and choking on it without knowing if anyone's heard her cry or whether the churning stomach walls would render her into soup before the backup arrived- it was nearly certain that she couldn't turn herself around and get free of the tight body without help.