The cat puts his ears back at Andrew's sudden proximity and lashes his tail in irritation. Making an effort to reign in her own worry, Daine runs her hand down the cat's spine and sends him a little thread of reassurance. "It's all right," she tells the cat. "He's just worried; we both are." Giving Andrew a mildly reproachful look, she adds, "And off course the dog didn't eat you. I just said someone else picked you up, didn't I?"

Of course, she hasn't shared the fact that the other Andrew's hurt, but she's not sure if it would really help matters if she did.

"Please, what did they look like?" she prompts again, her voice low and even.

The cat stares at Andrew for a moment, then looks up at Daine. This, he says, sending her a mental image of the boy and the dog. Daine's brow furrows for a moment, and then she grins in sudden recognition.

"Oh! It's Edgar!"