...that seems like testing it would be an easy way to separate us.

[ But he can spare a finger's worth of moths, at least. He sends them out of the doors of the spidersilk structure. Sure enough, they can't return. Not immediately. Maybe they'll be back once they find where the structure's left them and moved to. ]

It'll move us somewhere else, if we leave. To- [ He freezes as he tries to look through the eyes of his missing moths. ] -to her side. Of course.