Lion Head Mesa break me off a piece of that… fancy feast

Yeah, yep, all good, she sputters, reaching to collect what remained of the cobwebs with a paw. that spider isn't, though. I think I just destroyed his home.
She looks down to little Frolic. What in Ra's name was she supposed to do now? Uh, her ears split down into a splay. c'mere, lemme try something.
Awkwardly, she reaches for the chubby little face and attempts to gingerly shove a gob of sticky web up her tiny nostril. Her eyebrows furrow in concentration. Is this helping? I-I don't really, um, know anything about healing.