"Well," Sunshine starts, but she pauses as she feels a a little hum of wingbeats from her bee. "Hey," Modomnoc interrupts, and she can frigging feel the way his focus shifts to the pocket where she keeps her little knife. Gods, that's weird. He has a point, though, presuming they're both on the same mental page (is it even possible for them to not be on the same mental page?), and she only hesitates for a second before digging into her pocket.

"This might not be the best idea," she admits before pulling out the little knife. To her eyes - to a vampire's eyes - the sudden glow is almost overpoweringly bright. But it's a sunlight sort of glow, warm and friendly and reassuring, and she rubs her thumb over the little knife before passing it to Bee. "Take it. It'll help you see, and it's… sort of a ward? I don't know if the blade would do you much good, but if anything, um… creature-of-the-night-ish comes after you, it might… help."

What a sales pitch. Well done, Sunshine.