That long pause is a torment, but it's the apology that almost does her in. What, now he's not going to argue with her about magic or the rules of her own universe? She wants him to insist that she must be wrong and that there must be some way to fix this, not say that he's sorry. What's even worse is how much he seems to mean it, beneath all the gargling. Her face crumples, and she presses her forehead against the weave of the net for a moment, trying to get ahold of herself. Crying isn't going to get her anywhere, and for all she knows, a spidren's tears could do some damage to anyone below her. She's familiar enough with how their blood can burn.

She sniffs, then looks back down at Andrew. "What about you?" she asks, leaning forward a little. When she leans forward, she can't see the rest of herself. "How'd you get in that thing?"