The griffin hisses, feathers literally and metaphorically ruffled. Daine's mental apology does little to appease it, and it chimes a huffy farewell before taking off over the wall. She watches the creature go, pressing her lips together into a thin line. All right, so she shouldn't have expected much better from a griffin. Perhaps she shouldn't have expected much better from Andrew, either. At the moment, though, what strikes her most is that she finally got to see another creature from her realm - a bit of home - and Andrew chased it off.

"Well, I hope you're pleased," she says, crossing her arms tightly.