"This. Is. Perfect," you stated, now freely crying tears of joy as you pulled the larva toward you, nuzzling it against your cheek. The affection apparently nourished the larva, which stopped hissing and seemed to coo in response. "I name you Pupa," you declared proudly, holding up the proud creation of your loins and Chrysalis' ovaries. In doing so, you noticed more of the eggs were starting to let loose their occupants.