Poor Reira indeed. Being swarmed by great Mothmen was already bad enough- and then she's almost swarmed by the one who's covered in leaves. Except that one- not to mention all of the rest- quickly decide that Fleeing is the wiser decision when the mass of Orange and Green tears after it.

And, you know, plows into the small child it's no longer shorter than.

As one does. "Mgpf!" FEATHERS!

...Are in her face, they sure are. (But hey, you're big enough to give a kid a hug now Feathers! Imagine that!)