It takes Jon a moment to pull his focus back, to look up again. He feels ill talking about it, giving it voice in any detail at all. Cold sweat prickles at his hairline and his upper lip, stings in the eyes open in his back, under his tunic.

"I know- No, I don't think it was any of mine," he goes on, forcing himself. "Most of them can't speak - they aren't alive, really, they aren't people. It could maybe be the Spiral or the Web... But I think it was something else. Something native to here."