"Is it?" Daine checks her arm again, as if half-expecting her skin to have really shifted into scales without her say-so. Her skin still looks normal beneath the paint. Maybe that isn't what Bee meant. Even if it was, she supposes there are worse things to be than a basilisk.

She's still not sure what, exactly, has happened to Tim. She'd thought it was just his masked self coming out to play, but Bee made it sound as if it was something else. Maybe it doesn't matter. What matters is that Tim's dangerous, and Bee's terrified.

Daine reaches for Bee's hand and presses it gently between her own. "It's all right. You're safe. Tim will have to get through me if he wants to hurt you - or anyone else." Brave words - that's all they are while she's sitting in here, not stopping him at all. But she's not just going to leave Bee while she's all shaken up like this.