Figures in the dark. The swarm around Marisol tightened, flew faster and buzzing like an angry storm. Two drones were sent out by silent order of the Queen to inspect the new arrivals. They flew close but would not allow themselves to be swatted away. It would have been dangerous for them to try. The drones tasted the air around the strangers. They lingered, hovering with gentle humming wingbeats. And then they flew away, flew back to Marisol's body and into two of the many holes, vanishing from sight.
After a moment of continued silence, Marisol's head moved with a jerky motion to a proper upright position. Her eyes opened as her head then tilted sharply to one side like a rather poor puppeteer was controlling her. When she spoke, the words were almost sing-song, with a hint of a gentle droning as syllables were drawn out at random. It was very clearly not Marisol. It was the Queen. "The light healer and a dark beast, the flesh eater of the mountains and cold who dares to decide what is 'okay'. We have feasted on your kind before, turned your power into strong honey."
The swarm around Marisol relaxed, knowing that their Queen would handle any issues with the creatures who were not attacking. "Marisol is not available at the moment. You address the Queen." The entire time she spoke, nothing moved except her mouth. Even the eyes seemed to be sort of... lifeless. Not dead. There just wasn't anything behind them at the moment.