It's dried as much as it's going to by now, it's fine. There's likely some kind of visceral smell, though, sorry about that.

You have a very odd idea of what is 'childish', Kaiba. Sam turns back to the door, thankful he didn't let it close; knowing this place, it would probably lead somewhere different if he did.

"Just come to the door and take a look." Those fog-filled fleshy tunnels are still on the other side, at least to him; let's hope Kaiba doesn't see something different.