Daine looks up from her perch on the little padded seat and smiles at her niece, relieved that she finally made it. She's begrudgingly shifted back into her human shape for a breather, so she's back in a bathrobe and slippers, a mug of cocoa warming her hands. "Hullo, everyone," she says, freeing one hand so she can hold it out in silent invitation to Sarge and Molly.