It does apparently, rising once a day just like Bonesaw's. After two weeks of this a much brighter golden orb appears in the sky.

"Wow, that one's bright! Look at all the colors! - Kat doesn't like it, poor baby." She tucks Kat deeper into her pouch.

"Oh it's the sun! We had one of those too!"

Bonesaw checks on Kat to see if she's scrunching up her eyes or if it's a skin thing or something else.

Kat's hiding her face in the pouch, but her skin looks okay.

Bonesaw reaches in to the pouch and moves Kat so her face is visible.

"WAAAAAH," says Kat, when she catches a glimpse of - either Bonesaw or the sun?

Beka turns away.

"Could you turn back around? I think Kat's eyes aren't adjusting right to the sun."

"They're not but she yelled because you were poking at her and that scared her."

"Huh? She sees me all the time."

"Yeah but I think she's scared you're going to do surgery to her again."

"Oh."

Bonesaw frowns.

"How do you know it's that?"

"'Cause I read her mind all the time."

"Oh."

"Can you send it?"

"...sure, okay."

The sun is tooooooo bright and scaryknifesister was TOUCHING her but Mama fixed it.

Bonesaw freezes, caught between a complicated bundle of guilt and anxiety and fear about the 'scary', and an unexpected surge of desperate joy at the 'sister'.

- Beka stops relaying.

"She.... she thinks I'm her sister."

"That's what I call you to her, I'm not all the way in the habit of names all the time."

"Oh. That makes sense."

"I don't think I want my sister to be scared of me but probably she should be?"

"She didn't really like the nose thing."

"Oh. I thought the nose thing would be fun."

"Maybe she's not old enough to appreciate it? Maybe it would be fun when she's four or something."

"That would be nice."

"... Usually when I do surgery on four year-olds they still don't like it."