Stinger knows what this means, knows what his little sisters gathering around an entity meant.

Like an old fairy tale, told to him when he was but a larva at his breeder's feet, the myth of how truly important some Humans were. How they were not like them, but so Other, and so much more. Bees always know royalty, and Stinger felt it, deep in his own bones, like energy that he could see coming from her. Like a taste on the back of his tongue, electrifying and solid.

This slip of a child, barely old enough to walk and speak was... She was an Entitled. More than that. She was a Queen, and his sisters knew that. Loved that and flocked to the Queen to show their devotion.

"Maj- Little one," he stutters. Stinger is a steady sort of Splice, barely gets flustered, barely blinks an eye. Even being court-martialed had barely made him flinch. But this, seeing a child be a queen on this backwater little speck of a planet, made him tremble and sputter, "Little one, it's alright. Be calm, and come towards me, will you not?"

The girl frowns. Her little face is still, her eyes, one green and the other brown, are steady. She doesn't look like a frightened child caught in a swarm. The only indicator that she is scared at all is how pale her olive skin is, at how wide her eyes appear on her face. Her frown isn't even large, just a slight downward turn of her delicate lips. They part, careful, her breath even.

"They won't hurt me," her voice is a sweet hum, tempo steady and he watches as it soothes his little sisters just a fraction, "I've never been stung by a bee in my life!"

He blinks, eyes widening. But of course, it isn't Stinger that moves further. It isn't him that makes a decision.

"Why don't you come close," Kiza steps forward, hands out as well, smiling brightly at her.

Mismatched eyes flicker to his daughter, and something cold and fearful settles in the pit of his stomach of seeing his little larva extend a hand so casually to an Entitled Queen.