Castor blinks at the bee. "Oh!" he says with aggressively fake cheeriness. "Well that is just so super awesome!"

"That's fucked up," says Persis bluntly. Funny how as soon as he picks up the sarcasm she shifts to being more straightforward. He supposes that makes sense.

"I guess it could be worse." He sighs and shrugs. "Death could mean real death. That would be the real kick in the ass. Wait, so, transmutation - that doesn't account for the light, does it? How are you doing that?" And can she do more, is really where he's hoping to go with this. For his first adventure in this group dream whatever, it's kind of a bummer that he can't even see it.