"Whose friend?" asks Andrew, impatient with the non-answer. As for keeping him unbruised, she's probably already failed at that -- though fortunately the energy cloud around him is enough of a buffer to prevent any serious damage so long as she's mindful of those claws.

He's too distracted to ask any more questions as the ground comes rushing up at them. A relatively slow descent it may be, but from his perspective they're well on their way to crashing into the ground with half Daine's weight on top of him. "Uh, Daine?" he calls out uneasily when they're a foot or two from impact. Now it's really rushing up at him, and he cringes and shouts again, "Daine!!"

Not knowing what to expect, he doesn't tuck and roll when she drops him. Again, though, the energy field saves him, aided by the fluff of the bathrobe. He lays on the fabric for a few moments, stunned.

"Again," he says when she pokes her head in close. "A warning might have been good."