Daine's inclined to go for the merging idea, too. Even if Andrew grows another foot, he'll be small enough for her and Edgar to manage him without too much trouble. The littlest Andrew's state is what really has her worried; she'd rather have one of him in a slightly less alarming condition than have one who's fine and one who's all but comatose.

When Edgar holds his hand out, Daine looks up at Andrew and wags her tail encouragingly. Just in case he really needs a clue, she raises one of her forepaws and waves it in Edgar's direction. Go on, shake paws.