[ Felix brings up the rear, an ear twitching back behind them every so often, listening for anything that might be following them in the dark. So far, so good. He watches the worm trundle along in her wake. He hopes she's got enough of those to make it all the way back to the city. Otherwise, they're going to have a problem. ]

They farm these things like livestock. As mounts, as silk producers... pretty sure I've seen them selling grilled worm legs in the markets, too.

[ He shrugs. ]

Maybe this is their idea of veal?

[ They, uh, might end up eating your cute new friend, Edelgard. ]