Sunshine shrugs, belatedly embarrassed. Bee knows how that turned out, which is just as well as far as increasing the impact of current reassurances goes, but… well, that episode in the elevator wasn't exactly something she looks back on with pride.

"Yeah, we're sheer," says her bee. Modomnoc stays on Simonides's head as Sunshine and Bee resume walking. It's closest to the light, and it allows him to continue reassuring the shy little guy, either by thrumming his wings or combing a foreleg through his fur.

The glow of the knife seems to be helping Bee, for all that it makes Sunshine a bit nervous. On the bright side (ha), she can devote more attention to the surrounding trees instead of keeping it on the path before them. There's plenty of movement of the wind-tossed branches variety, but she's not seeing anything else. That's good, right?

"So," she says eventually, because silence is making her more nervous than talking did, "what kind of animal is Simonides, anyway?"