Now she does tilt her head to look down at him. Hawk faces don't really do 'apologetic,' but she does let out a soft cheep as she rides a thermal above Bethesda.

The darking cringes back a little at Andrew's shout, and then it flows forward, eager to placate him. "Daine can't talk. Has to..." it pauses, as if searching for the right phrase, "save strength. Found one Andrew, brought to TARDIS. Found you. Many more Andrews, aaaaall over." It makes an expansive gesture with its arm, then reaches forward to give Andrew a little pat. "Fly to TARDIS now. Flying fun!"