Just as all hope seems lost under the wiggling tide, a broad, callused hand reaches down to offer some assistance in getting back up again.

"Enough of that, come on, you're gonna smother 'em," says Leon, shooing the caterpillars aside with his free hand. When he catches sight of who it is under all the hungry little guys, he blinks, owishly. "Bronwyn? Is that you?"

Boy he sure hopes this is them and not a very similar looking moth, otherwise that's gonna be really awkward. He's almost certain he recognizes them even with the brighter lights of the surface, though.