Then all she needs to do is find them. Which might be a bit tricky, given that she's no longer where she was. The air is warm, here, and there are no mountains.

Daine rolls onto her hands and knees, blinking down at her hands for a moment. They're two-legger hands, and she spreads her fingers, as if to verify that they belong to her. Then, she turns to the bald girl, squinting in curiosity - and a little suspicion. She doesn't recognize her, but it can be hard to recognize folk without their fur.

"Who are you?"