"Jeez, you make one mistake when you're little and you never hear the end of it..."

The knife he'd brought to the hive is gone, but he has others, sharpened and waiting and a little less-- scary looking. Kitchen carving knives, not hunting ones, and he takes her hand and leads her over to her bedding so she can kneel comfortably while he removes the hat and looks at her hair. It takes some sawing, but only because he's trying to be careful.

"So, the flying kid. Who else did you meet?"