Though the bed he'd been given for the night had been soft - too soft - he'd spent fitful moments tossing and turning, dreaming of darkness and the approach of death. The feeling of his skin burning as he desperately pushed mana into it to keep his defenses strong, as he desperately cut into the guts of the titan that swallowed him. Losing his knife. Clawing at the bloody wound trying desperately to pull himself out towards the outside. All as he suffocated in the reeking effluvia of the titan's belly...
He woke in a cold sweat, his arms throbbing with pain. For a moment he thought he saw a slight purple glow, following the darkened veins where the kaiju blood had seeped into his wounded skin, but he quickly dismissed it as he fumbled with the lamp until he brushed the raised part of the spell that made light shine from the soft yellow crystal.
