[There have been what the fuck. His eyebrows go up, like, oh - that isn't a thing he's been hearing about? Perhaps the other blood ministers figured he could be free of bees as he's already covered in eyes. Who knows.]

I'll keep an eye out for... bees.

[Last month he kept finding moths, now bees? What's with the insects? Honestly. He nods, though, to the snowball concept - very fun, he'll try that when there's less a risk of bees. As to the not-a-question she is very much asking, he holds his hands up again like a scale. It's purely a visual aid, don't worry about it.]

Every living thing is packed with thalergy and thanergy. They're one-to-one energies, which makes necromancy a finite process; I'm full of thanergy right now- cell death- [cell death! like he can just say that] but running out is essentially the same as... thirst. Extreme thirst, that saps other physical abilities.

My wards are thanergetic, [and he does look a little worn around the edges even besides his hands, despite the Sleepers' above-average natural hardiness. Because he's been out bleeding in the dirt.] As an example of what it does. They'll deter any beasts that come this way, assuming nobody touches them while I'm not looking.