Secret hesitates again, withdrawing its little arm. "Can't say," it says before reshaping itself into a necklace, the little head vanishing.

Daine's tail twitches, and she lifts a paw. "We should probably keep moving," she says, mindful of how near they still are to the bustle of the sidewalk. She hardly dares to hope Andrew is going to just let the matter of the darking drop entirely, but maybe she can put him off until he gets distracted by something else.