Dahlai continued, pointing at the lungs. "These are lungs. They take in air."
Valtor opened his mouth slowly. "...Air? Where does the air go?"
Dahlia stared at him. "Into the lungs."
Valtor blinked. "Right. That makes sense."
Seira observed calmly. "So… if the lungs stop… breathing stops as well?"
Arden nodded. "Exactly."
Mersha tilted her head. "In my family, they made us practice knocking people unconscious by stopping breath… I didn't know this was the reason."
Valtor let out a long breath. "Your family is terrifying."
Mersha smiled shyly. "Thank you."
Dahlia moved to the stomach. "This is the stomach. It breaks down food."
Valtor frowned. "So everything I eat goes… into this?"
He poked his own belly. "Feels too small…"
Arden shook his head again. "No, it expands. Like a bag."
Seira leaned forward slightly. "If this handles food… what handles poison?"
Mersha lifted her finger. "Sometimes the stomach. Sometimes the blood. Sometimes the lungs... ah, sorry, never mind."
