Daine makes a face as she continues to twist pond water out of her shirt. "Try to take care of the People, mostly - as much as I can, anyway. Feed strays, heal any injured in the park. Sometimes I take bird shape and visit the menagerie animals." What else can she do?

Deciding the shirt's had enough, she shakes it out and puts it back on. It's still cold and damp, but at least it's not dripping and clinging to her anymore. "Back home, I'd be serving the crown," she says, trying not to sound resentful that this realm affords her no such purpose. Helping the People ought to be enough, but it doesn't fill her days, and it doesn't get her any closer to home. She feels like she's just killing time while she waits for someone smarter than her to figure out how to get her out of here.