Daine steps inside, setting down her bag so Kitten can clamber out. She can smell the tea, and grins in pleasant surprise when he mentions snacks. "That's fair perfect," she says. "Healing doesn't take too much out of me, normally, but I don't normally spend much time holding two shapes at once, either. I'll be fine," she hastens to add, not wanting him to think she's straining herself on his account. "But it'll be good to have something after."

It's a nice set-up that Thomas has rigged for his rats, and Daine sends them all a silent greeting, poking her fingers through the bars so they can sniff at her, and brace their little paws against her fingertips. She winces sympathetically when the last one makes his belated appearance. "Poor Cobweb," she says, unlatching the door at the top of the cage so she can carefully lift him out. "We'll get you all sorted out," she promises the little creature, speaking aloud for Thomas's benefit.

She settles herself on a chair, the rat cradled in her hands, then glances up at Thomas. "It'll be boring to watch," she says, figuring he ought to have fair warning. "And it'd be best if I wasn't interrupted. Kitten will be good company, though." The dragonet had been standing on her haunches to examine the interior of the rats' cage, but she looks over and nods in agreement when Daine speaks of her.