Daine winces internally. She might be annoyed with Andrew - or the one she found first, anyway - but that doesn't mean she enjoys scaring this one witless.

Fortunately, Secret is on the job. She can feel the darking trickle down her leg to where Andrew is dangling.

The little creature wraps itself around the top of Daine's foot, then extends its head towards the little person she's carrying. "Andrew!" it squeaks, lifting one tendril and waving it at him. "Andrew safe!"