Viren's peers at him for a moment longer, bewildered as he processes that (especially with the bee thrust into his line of vision, like the insect's appearance should mean something). And then it does click — oh!

"That..."

He's frozen for a moment. It's inexcusably selfish, he knows, to see Myr so clearly elated: to only feel his heart plummet with jealousy. And then it's puzzling, feeling as if he's lost another's empathy. Worse, yet, which he refuses to act upon (at least, not in this happy moment): this wouldn't be anywhere near to the magic capabilities he once knew, and that he should dig in, to remind the elf of this —

He closes his eyes, opens them. There's an exhale of air; relief, probably, at the affirmation.

"—That's wonderful to hear." This is followed by a very slight smile. "I wonder, how a whole hive would sound...?"