“Aphid,” Burrow addressed, gaining her attention. “Leave him alone and let him get changed. We have to talk with the drones about the plan for today.” He made sure to inject a commanding tone, Aphid shifting her frown onto him before huffing and trotting over. Burrow didn’t miss the thankful look Mr Growls gave him, before he picked up his clothes and retreated behind a low dividing wall to quickly get dressed. 