Well, then. Daine flutters off his shoulder and resumes her two-legger shape. At least in dreams, she doesn't have to worry about staying in an animal shape to preserve her dignity. Pity clothes don't come with her in the waking world. That would make life a good bit easier.

She straightens the hem of her shirt absently, and smiles over at him. "We'll just have to be ready for anything." After a beat, she adds, "I don't feel anything dangerous, at least. It's just birds and smaller animals - rabbits and hedgehogs and mice and things." No unpleasant jangling of an immortal in her mind.