Daine arches an eyebrow at Andrew. If he can't figure out the way his own mind works, she's not sure what sort of insight she (or the cat) is supposed to provide. Before she can say as much, though, the cat paws at her hand to get her attention.

He looked to be in bad shape.

"What?" Daine says, alarmed, turning her full attention back to the cat. "Did you see what happened?"

I don't know how he was hurt, but I didn't run that far after the dog came after me. He sounds disdainful, but his tail fluffs a little at the memory. She had a boy with her. He took your little two-legger friend.