"NONONONONONO..." It keeps saying, following Pitch. The Bit doesn't have arms, so it can't latch on, but it will float as close to him as possible to get its point across.

Except the Bit might be the least of Pitch's worries right now. With all the racket it is making, the sleeping figure begins to stir. Dairine's eyes blink open. "What's the matter now--"