There's no point climbing down until Daine knows exactly where Andrew is, though she can guess the general direction by where his voice is coming from. She clears a few books aside so she can settle more comfortably atop the shelf, and Kitten clambers off her back to perch on a stack of leather-bound volumes. She looks at Daine with an inquiring little whistle.

"That's Andrew," Daine explains. "He's a friend. You'll like him."