Lydia gave a slow gasp at Mothra's approach, the breath almost lighting her up. "You glow....! Wow. Every time I see you, you get prettier."

She looked so fuzzy, but Lydia knew that touching moths could be harmful if you weren't careful.

"Can I touch you? You look so soft. Here, look:"

She flipped through her stack of photos until she found the series of a hatchimng cocoon.

"You have birthday pictures."