"No," she says softly. "I don't know where we are."

"I don't like it," whispers Simonides. "Not safe."

Bee's instinct is to shush him soothingly, but she can't do that, when this is the most he's said at a time so far. She scritches him gently. "We'll be okay" she says with only partly forced determination. "At least we're not alone! We've got Sunshine, and Modomnoc." She glances over at them, hoping they have some confidence to offer as well, at the same time wishing she were better at soothing her own friend, whatever he is.