All that the light touches

Hmm…”I don't know, what do you think?” He asked Ollie. He hadn't had much to do with the bees himself, so he wasn't sure exactly what their care would need. He wished mum had left them a detailed rundown of everything that would need doing. But she'd been too worried about his siblings and their care. He knew that, but a little bit of frustration bubbled free. 


Ollie responded even more violently to the old food, gagging and tossing it out the window. Wylan had been a little bit curious, and he watched it sail free somewhat regretfully. Oh well. 


He turned to Ollie who still seemed to be struggling with the smell. Worried he was sliding back into one of his bouts of sickness, Wylan crept closer, raising a wing… only to be scolded for it. “Yeah…alright.” He said a little dejectedly. Hugging was his own form of therapy. He backed down quickly however, respecting Ollie's wishes. “Think they would have had any secret compartments to store the really cool stuff?” He asked to distract them.