Andrew tries to keep his head down, hoping the pedestrians among whom they pass will mistake him for a child. His proportions are wrong, but a casual glance might not register anything awry. Failing that, hopefully no one is rude enough to comment on a little person walking a dog as big as he is. Or jogging a dog, more like; he keeps having to break into a trot just to keep up with her on his stumpy little legs. If only they had a little saddle for her to wear....

The only sign and explanation he gets for her dashing off ahead is an enigmatic glance over her shoulder, but Andrew gets it easily enough when he sees her go hurrying over to a young man -- or rather, to his dog. Andrew breaks into a run as well, stopping beside Daine with one hand resting on her side.

"Are you Edgar?" he asks, slightly out of breath and having to crane his neck to look up at the youth.