Dia's head snapped up from her work and she put down her quill, carefully picking up the immobilized grindylow and loping over to Xana. "In my opinion? They're a right bit nastier than the kappas. At least kappas are easy to study once they have no water stored in their heads...on the other hand, these creatures are...snarky. Beautiful creatures, but..." she sighed and shifted the grindylow to her right arm, holding up the back of her hand for Xana to see. Two gaping wounds remained where the grindylow had gashed her with its horns in the struggle for freedom, and each were freely bleeding still. There had been no time to heal them...there was work she had to do.