At least he seems to be moving along on his own now, because if Asmodia has to rescue him she really can't say what she'll do about his predicament. Just a week ago it would have been dead simple to turn Biscuit into a bird and send him out to deliver a charge of flight magic, but both parts of that plan are inaccessible now, locked away as though she and Biscuit never knew how to do them in the first place. She grits her teeth as she watches Daniel inch closer, then casts about her for something to hang onto in case she needs to try lean out and to grab him without going over the side herself.

"Asmodia," she replies, wrapping her tail around a nearby branch in preparation. "Did you come from a place like this Manhattan? Because it's starting to seem like I'm the only one who didn't." That's unfair and an exaggeration; Daine's not from a copy of Manhattan, but her world hadn't sounded any more familiar. If she can just keep him talking, though, maybe she'll also keep him moving.