The Sunspire And while I'm alive

Coelho wasn't intrepid enough to catch that Maia hadn't wanted to talk much more of honey, and bees. In reality, who could have blamed her? Coelho wouldn't have faulted the steel-bitten girl for it, especially given the evidence of stings that still flared across her muzzle. Her ears swept forward as she dissected Maia's lisping speech: a healer. She nodded, and offered a chipper "okay, good luck!" before she turned away with a wagging tail. She decided she might look into this honey business, and get Maia the very honey she had originally set out for.

Without getting stung, of course.