The brown mare looks up to see a tarantula-sized spider peeking out of her mane. She responds, speaking slowly and calmly. “Oh, that’s Kee. She’s my pet... My name’s Skitter, by the way. I like spiders.” She looks around at the surrounding void. “In case you’re wondering, this is what happens when we’re digested by Verwyva... our bodies are gone, but our minds are kept alive inside of her until we choose to reform. It’s like hibernation.” Skitter notices Jon fading from view. “Looks like you’re about to reform... I was gonna stay in a few more days, but... Mind if I go with you?” She asks, holding out her hoof as if reaching for Jon’s hand.