Hey, Daine knows that face. It's nice to see Daniel looking solid again, and she figured from the Balladeer's texts that he'd stopped being a ghost, too. Seems the rift tired of that particular bit of nastiness. So much the better.

She's swooping down to say hello, in a cheery parrot shape, when he takes a spill. It's quite the tumble, actually; she might have suspected him of doing it on purpose if he didn't look so bewildered when he came back up for air. When she sees how much trouble he's having righting himself, she lands with a clatter of wingbeats on the pathway alongside the fountain.

Daniel? Oh, dear. Down he goes again. Daine quickly shifts into polar bear shape, plunging her forepaws into the water - at least it's not deep - and thrusting her head beneath Daniel's chest until she can lever him upright. Up you get, she says cheerfully, waiting for him to get his feet back under him.