wildcard

[ She comes back out of the woods with her hair undone and wild, and covered in blood and wounds. Her eight pink legs are still growing in, but they've ripped through her skirt and bodice. The whole outfit is in shreds, and she limps up the grassy hill towards him on her usual two legs. Pink chelicerae protrude from her mouth. She gazes at him with eight pink eyes that have neither iris nor pupil. Even with the changed features of her expression, it's obvious that she's putting on nonchalance at seeing him there. ]

Really, you didn't need to wait for me, Claude. But since you're here...

[ She had a grand old time playing with the other monsters, but she's feeling pretty low on stamina now. ]