Daine looks up at Edgar and lets out a short bark of confirmation. If only she could talk to him as easily as Almondine...

Well. She might not be able to talk to him properly, but at least she can make it easier for him to talk to her - and maybe get a little something across, herself. Throwing dignity to the winds, she shoves her head under his hand and tries to send him some feelings: her relief at finding him and her worry for Andrew. Then she peers up him anxiously, waiting for a response.