[That universal 'pick me up' gesture, coming from a teeny worm, makes her laugh all over again. She taps the end of her staff on the ground lightly, though, making sure her fingers are damp enough before she scoops him up. Hopefully he won't be offended if she wants to wash up before she eats anything. He's cute and all, but he has been crawling in potting soil.]

They do eat thoughts. And brain meat. The one I have has decided I'm its best friend, though, and it's fine just eating animals, unless someone attacks it. It's a weird little thing. I ran into it when it had just been born, on a mindflayer ship. It was calling for help, and--well, the process of creating them is terrible, they come from people who have undergone metamorphosis, but it's not really the intellect devourer's fault. They don't ask to be born.

Anyway, I helped it then, and later on I saved it from being kept in a cage. Its name is Us. It's basically a brain on legs, but it has an illusion running so people that don't know it will think it's a cat. You may or may not see it as it is at first.