Daine turns her head to look back at him, concerned. When she sees that he's flat on the floor, she turns around completely. Odd's bobs, so much for him making it anywhere under his own steam.

What other shape could she take? She doesn't want to leave him, even just to go out and retrieve the bathrobe. Finally, she settles on the shape most comfortable to her - besides her human one, anyway. Shutting her eyes, she thinks of the Pack. A few moments later, a wolf is standing where the hawk used to be. Daine stretches, then gives herself a little shake. Ahh, that's better.

And on the bright side: wolves are more expressive than hawks, and her paws have an easier time on the glass floor than her talons did. She ambles over to Andrew's prone form and lets out a low whine.