While Andrew recovers himself, Daine decides to have a closer look at that leg. She shifts a little to the side so she can peer down her nose at it. There are still plenty of bruises, and she wonders if not fixing them was a deliberate choice, or just a limitation of the TARDIS's healing abilities. Granted, most healers back home wouldn't bother with bumps and bruises, either - not because they couldn't fix them, but because the energy spent on fixing little things might be better spent on something worse later in the day. Folk can live with bruises; a broken arm isn't so easy to work around.

Aside from the bruises, though, it looks all right. She bends a bit closer so she can sniff at it curiously. There's the slew of smells she'd expect: the park, traces of both cat and hawk, and Andrew himself. There's something else, though, that she can't place. Some residue from all those funny lights and things he was buzzing himself with? But since when does light have a smell? Interesting...

When Andrew finally opens his eyes, he's going to find a very intrigued wolf snuffling away at his leg.