'Agron' doesn't ring any bells, but 'Hild' certainly does, and Daine frowns in sympathy. "I met Hild," she says, a bit cautiously, wary of making things worse. "I didn't know her well, but... she reminded me of home, a bit. I'm sorry she's gone."

Foha is a warm weight against her leg, and Daine tickles the base of his ears. "He says this is a good pack," she says, indicating him with a tip of her head. "He's not sure about the cat, though." Venturing a smile, she adds, "I'd offer to talk to him, but cats don't take kindly to being told how to behave."

Her gaze goes a little distant as she lets her magic wander a bit, taking a mental tally of all the minds present. "You've a fair number here, haven't you?" she asks after blinking him back into focus. "Are they getting on all right?"