"For what, two whole seconds?" she scoffs, grinning. She can't imagine that little robots powerful enough to bring someone back from the dead would let their people suffer a little soreness for very long. "If you upset the horse so much it throws you, you'll just have to apologize even more sincerely. Maybe you could bow, or something."

The waitress brings their coffee and pastries, and Daine wastes little time adding enough cream and sugar to turn her beverage into something that's more coffee in name than in taste. She glances up self-consciously partway through the transformation, then adds a prim, "It'll help kick my energy back up." And make it palatable.