By then Nepeta's returned to her den, curling in on herself as she tries to lick the wound clean. It's more damage than she's sustained in a long time and quite frankly she's not thrilled at all. The throbbing pain makes using this arm for the time being impossible, unless she's eager to experience more injury.

The only comforting thought she has for now is that she lost Karkat. The sulkier part of her mind hopes that he'll wander around the tunnels for days before dropping dead of starvation. That would show him.