She hesitates at the offer of the chair for a moment, because that's how long it takes for her to override her irrational impulse to reject the offer just because it's coming from someone who hurt her. But it wasn't on purpose - not if Spike's expression is anything to go by. And while she doesn't think she's likely to forget the way that slap had felt, it doesn't hurt anymore. No permanent harm done?
So she sinks onto the chair, then lets her hand drop so the bee can crawl up onto her shoulder. Each little prick of its legs is a small comfort, and she sighs. Fausta's concern is somehow more palatable than Spike's (maybe because the dog didn't do the swatting - go figure), and Sunshine manages a small smile for her benefit. "Yeah," she says, "I'm fine."
"We're fine," supplies the bee.
Sunshine isn't really thinking about the intricacies of the connection between Fausta and Spike - isn't really thinking anything except that there's a sweet dog in front of her who looks so worried. Reaching forward, she gently brushes her knuckles down one of Fausta's silk-furred ears.
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So she sinks onto the chair, then lets her hand drop so the bee can crawl up onto her shoulder. Each little prick of its legs is a small comfort, and she sighs. Fausta's concern is somehow more palatable than Spike's (maybe because the dog didn't do the swatting - go figure), and Sunshine manages a small smile for her benefit. "Yeah," she says, "I'm fine."
"We're fine," supplies the bee.
Sunshine isn't really thinking about the intricacies of the connection between Fausta and Spike - isn't really thinking anything except that there's a sweet dog in front of her who looks so worried. Reaching forward, she gently brushes her knuckles down one of Fausta's silk-furred ears.