Wapun Meadow et tu, brute

"dude, i know nothing about bees. nada. how the fuck —" saarthal cut herself off mid-sentence, nose wrinkling and face scrunching up into a pained grimace. "fuckkk that hurts — sorry, what? pull it out? how?" the panicked expression returned, plastering itself over the roman's face with such ferocity that saarthal wondered absentmindedly in the 'still sane' corner of her mind if she would ever get it off, or if she would have to go around looking permanently like she had a bee sting stuck in the pad of her paw. "can you help? can you like, pull it out, with your..teeth?" she lifted the paw and practically shoved it into the boy's face. normally, saarthal would feel a slight bit sorry, but right now she was too scared to feel aything but...fear..??