[terrified]

Branch, we have to save him!

[sarcastically]

Save him from what? His stomach?

[with a bit of hope]

We didn't see him chew. We didn't see him swallow!

[pessimistically]

Face it, Poppy. Sometimes people go into other people's mouths, and they DON'T come out. If we go after Creek now, we're going to get eaten. I'm sorry... But it's too late for him.