Oh, for… Daine heaves her massive grey sides in a sigh of mingled consternation and regret. Odd's bobs. She might not be pleased with the three of them, but she hadn't meant to make anyone cry.

What is wrong with everyone? she muses to herself as she carefully lowers Crowley back to the floor, rotating her trunk so he lands on his feet. Behave yourself, she adds after she's released him, giving him a firm poke in the chest with her trunk - not enough to unbalance him, but enough to get her point across.

Turning her attention to Spike, she takes her foot off of him, coils her trunk around one of his arms, and hoists him to his feet with a mild, Up you get. You might want to wash your face.