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[ she can hear them bickering a bit, but it's hard to make out much of what they're saying. Ariados slows down, and she manages to look at the colorful spider with a somewhat spooked expression that might read to some 'please, help me get out of this ~~hell~~ tree.'

Yeah...yeah. Luna's hands ease up slightly on the tree. Ariados' thread attaches to her back and a chill surfaces on her arms-- it's not something she's quite used to yet, though she knows that Ari means it in the best way possible, and she simply brings a free hand to cover her eyes so she can't see. Oh my goodness. Oh my gosh. Hanging by a thread, in the most literal of ways, is not as poetically comforting as one might hope.

Luna just wants to hug a mouse. Or whoever catches her. And never repeat this incident ever again ever. ]