[Ichimatsu does indeed follow her, coming to a stop at the water's edge. As he squints his eyes against the brightness of sunlight licking across the water's surface, a hand lifts into a visor over his eyes, and he makes at least a token effort to discern the usable debris from the true garbage from this distance.]
[At her question, though, he only gives a shrug. He's sure the spider lady knows more about webbing than he does. Although...]
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[At her question, though, he only gives a shrug. He's sure the spider lady knows more about webbing than he does. Although...]
... what's that stuff made from, anyway?