He had the chest of a man who exercised for sport, which made for pleasant chewing. His marrow was unusually sweet, and his bones hard against her orifices. Sturdy bones scratched pleasantly against her insides, and she squeezed them into alignment so she could hold new shapes. Much of his flesh and innards went to her digestion, turning into sustenance for healing against the poison. Other parts of him, she kept for subtler uses. It felt good to have some kidneys and a pancreas inside her again. After she plugged them into her own innards, they reminded her body how to get its juices flowing.
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