Although Wormwood cared a great deal about others, and considered pretty much the whole of Tanglewood to be his family, there were very few people that Worm was legitimately close to. The list had become shorter and shorter as time had gone on, and he had lost family and friends to death, kidnapping, and betrayal. Still, there was still a small list of people that he took solace in, such as Red, Delilah, Selby, Roy, Crowley, Vathmos, and finally... Moth. Moth was someone whom, over time, had become truly like close family to him. They had already been close before, just because Moth had been such a kind soul that had worked well with Worm's own warm personality, but truly it had been Poetking's abandonment of Tanglewood that had driven the two of them to be as close as siblings. Both had felt betrayed and stabbed in the heart when Poet had left the territory without a word, and both had learned to count on each other and go to the other when they were feeling upset. That was part of the reason that he had felt so unhappy lately. It seemed like, ever since that thing with Roman had happened, he and Worm hadn't really had a chance to talk yet, and it felt like whenever they did get a chance to talk, Moth always hid her true feelings away from view. It was upsetting to Wormwood, although he kept it buried down inside. After all, he might've just been imagining such things.

Still, he was pretty sure that he hadn't been imagining things, when he came upon Moth looking very upset, the faintest shadows of tears beginning to take up the corners of her eyes. A small frown came to the guards man's muzzle as he moved over to her, lowering himself to the ground in a laying down position so that they were at the same level, before he spoke in a soft and reassuring tone to the medic, "Moth...? Moth, hey, are you okay? Take a deep breath and talk to me, please..." The lion had never thought once that Moth was in any way a coward, or useless. Sure, she had almost been kidnapped by Roman, but it wasn't as if many other strong Tanglers hadn't been taken by the Pitt before, and it wasn't as if she could have controlled it. Worm still felt bad about what he had done to the Pittian – not because he didn't think that Roman deserved it, but because it had just been so brutal. He now knew that it had been caused by his hellhound's form predisposition to rage and violence, but that didn't make him any more eager to tell Moth about what he had done. However, all that said, Worm had never thought once that Moth wasn't worthy of his time or familial love just because she wasn't a fighter. She was a wonderful medic and sister figure, and she was so smart sometimes that it left him speechless. She had been far too good for Poet – even if that had only been in the barest beginnings of puppy love – and would probably be far too good for anybody else who might take an interest in her, so the thought of her thinking so lowly of herself? It was crazy to him.