This is more like it. Sunshine doesn't hesitate, but steps out of the shade and turns her face up into the sunlight. Her bee launches himself off of Fausta's nose and follows. As she watches Modomnoc spiral through the air with his fuzz all aglow, the lingering tension from the dining hall drains out of her. Everything is better in the sunlight.

It takes her a moment to notice they've left Spike and Fausta behind. She turns back to the doorway, absently twisting her hair aside so the light can reach the back of her neck, and furrows her brow at them. "What, did your immunity run out?" she asks. Gods, what if it has? Does it apply to his dog, too? She takes an uncertain step back toward the doorway as Modomnoc alights on a large, stone planter between them - still in the sunlight, but within a yard or two of Fausta, just in case. "Need help?"