Daine does her best to hold still as Secret slides up onto her back and extends two tendrils to help haul Andrew up beside it. It's hard not to squirm as two more tendrils thread their way beneath her feathers and around her neck, anchoring the darking in place. She turns her head to watch as Secret stretches itself into a sort of harness, wrapping itself as snugly around Andrew as it has around her. She's rather impressed; even if she banks sharply, Andrew should stay put. And her back must be a good deal more comfortable than her talons would be, regardless of how carefully she carried him.

Once it feels like Andrew's got himself situated, she rises to her feet and lets out a short cheep. Ready?