Hang on, stitching together your page...

The cathnid emerges!
The cathnid scurries up Aeronwy's arm.
Aeronwy with a cathnid on her head.

She may panic, strike me with her fangs,
serve to me her venom’s deadly potion

She may panic, strike me with her fangs,
serve to me her venom’s deadly potion

Aeronwy with a a cathnid on her head...still.

poor repayment for all my devotion.

poor repayment for all my devotion.

Aeronwy, quietly having a panic attack.

I must freeze, ensure no bit of motion
traps her tangled in my bangs.

I must freeze, ensure no bit of motion
traps her tangled in my bangs.