So she built a ladder...

relief sweeps through them so fiercely it almost knocks their feet out from under them. exhaling, Spider visibly relaxes as the tension drains from their tiny frame. in fact, they’re glad to hear Bas carried the little slave to the guest room himself. oh, Dad, you big softie… when it’s made apparent that Ignita isn’t in any real danger, Spider gives a frustrated huff and prods Ig just slightly on the shoulder - not even to hurt, but enough to be reprimanding. “don’t go scaring us like that!” ‘us’ meaning both Spider and Bas, as much as the warlord might like to deny it. “why would you try to yo up that high by yourself!” well, they can hazard a guess as to why…as a slave of the pack, it’s likely Ig didn’t feel comfortable asking for help. maybe she even felt the need to prove herself by doing it alone. the thought wrangles Spider. “in the future, you should ask for help if you need it,” they say, fixing Ignita with a stern look. it softens almost immediately as the heir runs a worried gaze over their friend’s bandaged form. “are you comfortable? can i get you anything?”

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