Vespa blinked her good eye slowly, tired as she lay on your bed as she had for the past several days. She'd stopped trying to struggle and break her bindings, because every time Anon and Chitin came by, Chitin would vomit up some mucus onto the ropes to strengthen them, making her efforts pointless. At this point, she'd just taken to staring up at the cocoon that her daughter was inside.