*killua feels another sickening lurch as alluka shifts around inside him, apparently making herself comfortable. he hears her muffled voice respond calmly from inside him and, already baffled by the absurdity of what's occured, he can only sputter,*

it doesn't hurt? can you breathe okay?

*he's still struggling with his own breath, lung capacity reduced to a shallow pant. trying to talk just makes another belch escape, and he slaps a hand over his mouth in the fear he's limiting the available air in his stomach.*