Daine can hardly blame him for that - she hadn't been keen on them poking through her head, either. She'd trusted Numair, though, and if it could help... maybe she could talk him into meeting them, at least.

Oh, dear. She sits up a bit straighter, already wincing in sympathy. There's nothing she can do for him until he's bear enough for her magic to work. "Then you could, too," she says, trying to sound encouraging even though her voice isn't very steady. "I'm sure you could."