Aphid woke up from her nap to find that a stationary hand was draped over her rump, the side cave silent save for heavy breathing. Shifting in her comfortable spot, she raised her head to look around. The drones were all around them, in true changeling fashion they had huddled up in a group with Mr Growls in the centre. Aphid brushed away a foreleg from the thigh she had been laying her head on and looked up towards the creature she was resting on.