Maybe she should have picked a smaller dog. It belatedly occurs to her that once she gets out of this dratted robe, she and Andrew will be just about matched at the shoulder. Oh, well. She wags her tail appreciatively as he helps her with the knot, though her mind is already elsewhere. Surely Almondine is in her range...
Of course, her range isn't what it was three hours ago. But she thinks she feels a faint, familiar spark not too far off. Getting cold and wet would improve matters on Daine's end, but she's pretty sure that if she took a quick dip in the Lake just now, Andrew would think she'd taken leave of her senses.
At least she has a direction to work with. And even better: if she's not mistaken, Edgar and Almondine are on a pretty direct route from the library to the Ramble. Andrew must have been able to tell them where the TARDIS was.
Once she's free of the bathrobe, she gives Andrew a doggy grin and wags her tail harder - hopefully he'll gather that she's worked out where they are - and then purposefully heads down to the nearest pathway. She'd doubtless go faster if she was alone, but she doesn't want to tax Andrew's newly-patched leg.
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Of course, her range isn't what it was three hours ago. But she thinks she feels a faint, familiar spark not too far off. Getting cold and wet would improve matters on Daine's end, but she's pretty sure that if she took a quick dip in the Lake just now, Andrew would think she'd taken leave of her senses.
At least she has a direction to work with. And even better: if she's not mistaken, Edgar and Almondine are on a pretty direct route from the library to the Ramble. Andrew must have been able to tell them where the TARDIS was.
Once she's free of the bathrobe, she gives Andrew a doggy grin and wags her tail harder - hopefully he'll gather that she's worked out where they are - and then purposefully heads down to the nearest pathway. She'd doubtless go faster if she was alone, but she doesn't want to tax Andrew's newly-patched leg.