Daine hesitates as well before taking the bread, feeling as if she's just missed something important, but unable to guess what it might have been. Sarge shifts in place and whines again - an improvement over the Sarge of a few months ago, who would have just gone for it - and Daine makes him sit before handing it over.

"I'm sure they'd appreciate it," Daine says. She doesn't add that it would solidify his nickname. She's a little concerned that he doesn't like it. Well, it's not as if any of the crows are going to call him anything aloud, in words he'd understand, so perhaps it doesn't matter.