Heart still pounding, Greta lowered her wand from its ready stance and looked quickly about for signs of any other creepy-crawlies, stomach momentarily twisting at the arachnid innards splayed about them. Turning her attention back to Jake, she tilted her head and studied Jake seriously.
"Yeah," she said, nose wrinkling as she tried not to laugh, "yeah, 'm afraid so."
Careful to avoid any of the acid green mucous, she raised herself slightly on her tiptoes and patted an unblemished spot of his helmet. "My hero," she said sincerely, beaming at him. Simply because a witch had the ability dispense of a huge, unnatural, unsightly, furry beast with eight legs with minimal screaming did not by any stretch of the imagination meant she had any desire to.
"It looks like we're safe for now, do you want me to hose you off?" She raised her wand voluntarily. "My aim is probably better than yours is from here. Unless you want to strip, of course."
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