"'Rescuing,' then," Daine amends, flapping her free hand dismissively (though she can't hide an approving smile at Andrew's attitude towards slavery). "Point is, I'm not abandoning you."

When Andrew loosens his grip, she gently frees her hand so she can shrug off her bow and quiver. "You'd best hold onto these for me," she says, passing them over. "I'll scout around for the exit and sing out when I find it - then you can start throwing books so I can find you again. At the very least, we'll know what general direction to head in." Which might not be much, but it's more than they know, now.