Daine flinches, and the net sways. She has a bad feeling about this - maybe because his reaction to finding out he's... whatever he is... reminds her of her own reaction when she realized what she'd become. "What is it?" she asks, his distress compelling her to crawl down the net towards the wall nearest him. Every time one of her own forelegs swings into view, she has to fight back a shudder of revulsion - and the urge to whirl around to look for another spidren behind her.

She stops once she reaches the balls, torn between wanting to go to Andrew and not wanting to get swamped. "Can I help? Maybe I could get you out." She's yet to use her limbs for anything more than climbing, but she knows they're strong.