"Wildmage," the darking confides. "Andrew!" Well, it's one Andrew's friend, which is as good as being all of the Andrews' friend, as far as Secret is concerned.

Daine lets out another soft cheep, then lifts her wings in a shrug. How much warning did he need? He knew they were coming in for a landing, and he knows she's not exactly at liberty to speak with him (and whose fault is that, hmm?). Still, she didn't mean to upset him, and she carefully nudges her beak under his arm so she can help him get to his feet.

"See?" the darking squeaks from where it's still curled around Daine's leg. "Fun!"