It’s been about a week since the girls burst out your skin, and you’re well past infected by their virus. The girls are currently huddled in their cocoon, thinking about what to do about your current situation.

They’re worried about you. They know the virus causes you to be protective and nothing else, but you haven’t eaten anything at all, and they’re worried about you.

One of the wasp girls crawl out the silken pad you’ve woven and tries to talk. “Daddy, please come inside, we have something special for you!”