[Nita groans.]

Of course they're multiplying. That's probably how it's escalated so badly in the three days after that first storm, too.

[One becomes two becomes four becomes eight... And then they hatch.]

We have a few people who're good at wielding sunlight, right? Wish Dair was here...

[She could have a word with the sun and fry the orbs into harmlessness - though it might not go well for the planet's surface in the meantime.]