"Molly says I'm still in my human shape," she says, relief evident in her tone. "The reason they feel so close is because they are - to me, anyway. We're all in bed. I told them to wake me up if I start to shift." Not that shifting in her sleep is something she does, but considering the present circumstances, she doesn't want to take any chances. Waking up from this nightmare to find that she had actually turned herself to a spidren somehow would be... ugh. Well, it's not happening.

With that issue out of the way, she can focus on getting Andrew out of the awkward position he's currently in. She can imagine a few ways of righting him, but hurriedly dismisses any that involve producing web. She isn't entirely sure how, and more to the point, she has absolutely no desire to try. Instead, she resolutely plunges into the ball pit and flounders over to where Andrew is lying. Positioning herself opposite the thrusters, she uses her forelegs to grip the casing near his armored head. The rest of her numerous limbs are planted against the slightly springy floor at the bottom of the pit, and she commences pushing.