“Ah, that’s the stuff,” Aphid groaned happily, rolling her head around. It lasted a few seconds before Mr Growls pulled his hand away, Aphid grudgingly replacing her helmet before waving them onwards. “Little light,” she muttered before standing back up. “Well, just make sure you bring him back in one piece. He can’t feed changelings if he’s dead, or failing that at least bring back that chest of his so the scholars can loot it.”