Acceptation
"Little red-d-d eyes... l-long black t-t-tentacles... creepy crawlers everywhere!" Fenrir stutters incoherently, her voice and body trembling with fear.
"It's worse at night... in the darkness, I can see those terrifying little eyes everywhere!
I haven't slept in days... I'm scared to death of s... of sp... of sp-p-p... SPIDERS!! Please... pleeEEEEAAse! Don't waste any more time! Squash the Desert Rock Spiders and Grey Crystal Spiders for me!"
Intermédiaire
"Did you get rid of the sp... the s-s-sp-spi... the creepy-crawlies?
Oh, thank goodness. I want to run for my life every time I see those things. I can steer clear of the odd s-s-spider, but there's no way I could cope with a whole nest of them.
Man... I miss my warm bed... and I miss my family," Fenrir laments, seemingly on the verge of tears.
Fin
"But thanks to you, those spiders are gone--and with it, my anxiety. Now I can relax for a while," Fenrir says under a heavy sigh of relief.
"But I'm guessing it won't be long before the spiders begin to multiply again. I hope you don't mind if I trouble you when that time comes."