"Right, um... It's about Queen Chrysalis brood with... well, you know... they're hungry and I wasn't sure if... I mean, who did you want to feed them, and what? They seem rather resistant to anyone short of their parents... parent," the Changeling asked awkwardly, his face twisting as he tried to speak without drawing up too many painful memories, but it was impossible. Without intending to, Anon had seeped into the very foundation of the hive at this point. Everything was a reminder of him, one way or another.