Modomnoc's hardly little by typical bee standards - he's about as long as Sunshine's thumb, and takes up most of Phonea's forearm - but that probably makes him a less enticing prospect as far as any potential poking goes. And at least he doesn't weigh much, so Phonea shouldn't find him difficult to support.

Sunshine looks around the improved clearing with an appreciative smile. It's not as dramatic a shift as she was expecting, but it's still a hell of a lot nicer than it was before Topher got to it, so she's not about to complain. "Nice," she says. Hey, there's even a place to sit that isn't damp and leaf-strewn; what a luxury. And there's enough light for Dom to actually see where in the hell he's going.

She heads for the swing, Modomnoc launching himself off of Phonea's arm to follow her. "So, were you here for the last one with these guys?" she asks as she flops onto the cushioned seat. Her bee lands on her outstretched palm, and she clarifies, "The whole talking spirit animal thing." Dom lets out a faintly condescending snort.