She’d been taken by a spider monster to its nest, where it was tickling her feet. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, Ketahn reached forward with a third hand, delicately took her big toe between his forefinger and thumb, and wiggled it. Ivy arched a brow. “Are you playing piggies now too?” The whole situation struck her as bizarre, though she could understand his curiosity considering he didn’t have toes—or even feet.
