"Well then, just think happy thoughts." She's sure he's got some. That cute boy of his should be a source of a few. While he's focused on that, she dips her free hand into a pouch at her hip and pulls out a pinch of shimmering music-made-light (when did Dazzler get in there?) that chimes softly as it rolls on her fingertips. A light breath sets it loose to dance around C'taqa before it comes to rest on his skin and clothes and hair.