Springlatch practically froze in his spot as he saw the royal ludroth get eaten. He would stare up at the river demon and for once... perhaps... after Mav was done speaking he would speak up himself in a tone one might call normal "Can... can you spit... out the ludroth... it ate my mate... I... I want her back..." he would say, taking an understandably frightened step back. His fear teetering at an odd point, one between his current state of fear and that of an absolute rage over an inability to get at least one day's worth of proper rest ever since this whole raider business started up. Perhaps the Dalamadur would be obliging in letting him have Pepper back... as it, it must certainly understand a connection of such nature... he hoped.