Chrysalis’ once royal mane was now a mattered mess, the teal strands still sporting an occasional splash of green. Green healing goop covered multiple spots on her neck and chest, while many other small scratches and nicks dotted her chitin without any healing aids. The stern eyes that used to hold enough power to silence the Hive with a single look alone were now lifeless and bloodshot, but somehow they still managed to furrow into a frown.