They had fed her many, many humans. They had ascertained that the humans were the most nutritious, and that those humans who had strong life energy even more so. When the ants had learned of the existence of such an energy, their King had determined he would not eat any but the most powerful. All others tasted like trash.

Pitou's prattling trails off for a moment as they watch the elf. Alert to his movements, although much of their own senses have been direly curtailed by this body. They want to know, what he smelled, what he saw, what he thought. Their golden eyes widen and dilate with the extreme of their interest.

"Yes," like a dirty confession. "I do not like it. It is not as strong."

And in the end, strength was their calling. They needed the strength to defend their King from all threats. In a body like this, they were all but useless.

"The others would eat me, if I appeared like this."