Daine lets out a quiet breath when he comes back to himself, smiling in turn, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Kit," she says, bending to lift open the backpack for her. If the dragonet is bothered by how brief their visit to the shop has been, she knows better than to show it. Instead, she clambers back into the pack without complaint.

"Maybe the countryside would be better," Daine says as she shrugs on the pack, her gaze distant. The beach is near enough to town that it's more likely to still be a mess, now that she thinks about it. She would like to show Thomas the seals -- they're sweet and charming, once you get past their shyness -- but if they're going to be picking around broken glass, it wouldn't be safe for any of them.

Saying as much would bring the mood back down, though. "It's normal enough around the farmhouse," she says instead. "There are just a few spots we'd want to avoid. Some folk who got too close ran into a few skunk friends of mine." Venturing a more genuine smile, she adds, "You could meet them, if you liked. I ought to thank them in person."