"They just took it?" Daine scowls, thoroughly unimpressed. Maybe it shouldn't shock her -- folk in Darrow have funny ideas about how old you have to be before you're officially not a child anymore, and funnier ideas about how to keep children safe. That a dagger can be dangerous seems less important than the fact that it's his, and a thing from home. If she did have her bow, and someone had presumed to take it off her, she would've been fair furious.

Sometimes it feels a little like cowardice, the way she mostly manages to avoid settling in the way folk might expect and prefer someone her age to settle in: going to school, doing the same things other teenagers do. Then she's reminded of how silly what passes for 'normal' is here, and she's just grateful that Biffy and Lyall haven't ever pressed the issue.

That doesn't help with his dagger any, though. "I'm sorry," she says. "Though it's fair typical for this place, I s'pose." Daine considers asking him if he knows where it's being kept; she's fair certain she could retrieve it. But she doesn't want to get him in trouble at the Home, either, if he's to be stuck there any length of time. And introductions should probably come first.

"I'm Daine," she says, holding out a hand.