The tapping of her umbrella sends them scurrying back to the safety of the darker parts of the web. When she kneels though they all come back out with tentative little steps. This person feels comforting, though they are too young to know why yet.

"Like mother." One says and then the words ripple through the others. It's macabre how the tiny voices speak. They aren't afraid of her and if she doesn't move they will start testing out her boots, tentative little taps with their legs.