Daine turns back around at Almondine's whine, and suppresses one of her own when she sees Andrew sprawled on the steps. He does look a lot better than the little one did, but he still doesn't look very good.

She reminds herself that the memory-sorting takes a little while - and that it might take longer than usual this time because the little Andrew had it so rough. Whatever his memories are like, it won't be any easy task to make sense of them. Climbing back up the steps, she sits above Almondine and gently rests a paw on Andrew's shoulder, waiting for him to recover himself.