✝ action
[They were holding hands, so of course she phased him when the wasp got close. Of course she did. Except...it didn't really take. Her phasing is nearly instinctual at this point, but that doesn't mean it's perfect. Sure, when she's alert and undrugged this wouldn't have been a problem, but right now when concentrating is an act of force?
He stays solid and gets stung.
There's a bolt of worry that goes through her, closely followed by the euphoria again. It's hard to hold on to anything else right now at least for her. Reactions have varied.
She reaches out to his arm, touching gently, but unable to do anything about it.]