"That's good," says Bee, echoing his relief. She hesitates, wondering if he likes being held, or if he'd rather have autonomy. Probably the latter. She realizes with a little internal jerk of surprise that she can't predict as well as she might normally do. Her ability seems... dulled, perhaps because of something to do with him? Or the house? Or that it's a dream? Odd, but not too concerning just now.

"Aglet," she says gently (what a sweet name). "My name is Bee. Would you like me to put you down?"