Daine perks a little at the suggestion. "Would you?" It's not that she distrusts the rebels, but it would be nice to have someone looking out for her who both knows what's going on and can tell as much to any other two-leggers with questions. "I'll probably wake up sometime tomorrow afternoon or evening, if it's anything like last time." And she'll probably be thirsty, ravenous, and barely able to stand at first, but the lattermost will pass quickly enough, and the hunger and thirst will be easy to fix.

His party announcement is greeted with a bit less enthusiasm by Daine, though Kitten chortles her appreciation for the idea. Sighing heavily, the girl insists, "It isn't needful." She can't quite keep the corners of her mouth from quirking upwards, though.