Cotton Cares To Give Minerva A Hand

“Get away from-!”

"Eep!" Cotton squeaked fearfully in the face of the moth girl's aggressive response. She quickly retreated fully behind the tree and made ready to flee. But before Cotton could start running, the moth girl spoke again. This time in a much less frightening manner.

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry," the moth girl said as Cotton leaned out from behind the tree once more. "I just am not familiar with there being other women around these parts, I’ve been so alone lost in these woods, being used over and over... They make me do things, they make me bear their children... They make me...”

As the moth girl lapsed back into sobbing, Cotton stepped out from behind the tree and moved closer to the moth girl. Cotton wasn't really sure what to do at that point, so she simply waited. Eventually, the sobbing abated and the moth girl spoke again.

“Minerva’s the name,” Minerva said as she looked up at Cotton. “Care to give me a hand?”

"A hand?" Cotton asked as she looked down at one of her hands. "Y-Yes. I can do that." Cotton then extended a hand to Minerva and allowed the moth girl to do whatever it was she wanted to do with the hand. "A-A-Also, my name is Cotton."