[Honestly, he isn't sure that he's equal to the task of explaining how he had met the not-quite-spirit of a Saint who had died centuries ago. He himself still has so many questions that will apparently go unanswered. So a woman made of bees Sankta Lizabeta shall be.

Konoha's unspoken question carries through her fretting. Now might not be the time to mention that in his world such beings — part human, part equine — dwell only in folklore. Instead, he takes up the role of mollifying her.]

I'm sure if you stood beside a woman made of swarms of bees, nobody would even bat an eye at you.

[He means that in the best way possible.]

Of course, you should take care not to stand too close.