Your anxiety transforms into something more useful: anger. You lunge at the monster without a second thought. It falls to the ground, repeatedly punting you with its paws.
You sink your teeth deeper into the creature's tough flesh, undeterred by its pillow-like thwacking. It eventually opts to squeeze you between its nubs, pulling you off and tearing a bit of its skin in the process.
The monster looks down at you with its large, black eyes. Although its stare is vacant, you notice its demeanor is strangely docile, its gaze dopey in a way that is sympathetic - childlike, even.
With a paw over its wound, the beast waddles over to you and scoops you up. In the crystals' gentle glow, you catch a glimpse of its mouth, permanently contorted into a toothy grin.
It's unnerving, but you feel less alone than you did before.
"I'm sorry I hurt you." You croak.