[When Midna reaches for that free arm of hers, Gavial grabs her wrist in turn to keep steady. She has no idea how much of a pain it might be to wrench her free, since all of her wriggling thus far hasn’t exactly garnered much in the way of results. But with two people and a new angle to work from, it had to succeed, right?

She’s counting on it, anyway. If she’s gotta stick around glued to this thing any longer, she might just lose it.]

Let’s just get this over with, yeah?

[She sighs and her tail attempts an agitated twitch, but it is just as stuck as the rest of her and all it accomplishes is jostling the web a bit. She stills, giving one last glance around the area (what she could see from this awkward angle, anyway) before her attention is squarely back on Midna.]

Faster we’re done, the less likely we’ll find out which creepy crawly made this damn thing.