Daine's smile fades. "A couple weeks ago," she replies, fixing her gaze on the ground. She really didn't expect to be here this long, and while she hasn't lost hope that Numair or Kitten or the Badger or someone will find her, she's not happy it's taking so long. Her fingers close around the Badger's claw, sharp enough to prick her even through the fabric of her shirt. Where are you? she asks.

She doesn't get an answer. Well, she wasn't really expecting one.