It's a relief when he stops struggling. Daine wonders if Andrew has stilled on his own, or if Secret has had the good sense to restrain him a bit. Either way, she's not about to look; she has a feeling that if she puts her beak anywhere near him (even if it remains shut), he'll panic all over again.

"Not hawk," Secret explains, using his little arm to point up at Daine. "Wildmage. Friend."