It's only after that he's safely in the shadow of the trees that Myr allows himself a twinge of regret for the trick. Neither guard nor bees deserved that, though there's certainly less harm done than if he'd sent them in there hostile. He breathes a word to dissolve the spell of fascination distracting the insects, freeing them to return to their foraging. Hopefully, they weren't all swatted...

Between his own lack of woodcraft and the necessary care he's got to take feeling his way between the trees (maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all), Myr's completely oblivious to the sound of someone following him until Kit's voice breaks in on his thoughts. He freezes up for one guilty instant, half his mind running through the shape of a defensive spell and the other struggling to come up with a plausible explanation of the bees that isn't a lie--and then he realizes it's not the guard following him and lets out his held breath in a relieved laugh.

"Oh, I'm fine. It was a directed spell and I didn't use the version that'd induce them to sting, anyway. The--bees, I mean."

Three years and he still hasn't wrapped his mind around the idea people might be solicitous simply because he's blind. "...They didn't bother you, did they? I'm not as exact with my targeting as I could be." For obvious reasons.