She's been nodding at the appropriate points in this story, listening to how his world was created. In her mind, a little play of everything takes place, with shadowy figures, and the one marked Jyggalag is mercilessly turned inside out, with all the tinny screaming and agony that comes with. And then it twitches again, life returning.

"I am. So they mistook the caterpillar for a worm?"