He felt her take his dagger, but his attention was being taken quickly from her to the pain of the stings, which flared when he felt them being pulled out. His other hand automatically wrapped around the opposite wrist. He turned so his back was to the door, resting his head against it. But then he decided sitting was much more appealing, sliding down to sit heavily on the floor, eyes closed and breathing heavily.
He shook his head when she asked if there were more, not trusting himself to speak. With the pain at the base of his neck he wasn't sure how it would feel, anyway.
Everything was beginning to feel strange, like it was changing. He knew the wasps brought on hallucinations, and he was trying desperately to focus on where he was. Which seemed like it should be easy with the pain he was feeling.