Put in another endless state of slumber, tossed around by the will of other stronger gods. She hated how much control they had over her. She stirred rather quickly this time, remembering easily how this body worked. It seemed she was more or less trapped here. Forced to mingle among other mortals. They were so... annoying.

The woman sighed as she stood up, shaking out her fur. Looking around she realized she was in a place she hadn't yet been to. The last thing she truly remembered was being taken by some large, white beast. A man who thought he deserved whatever is was he thought she would give. But now she was here, standing below a sea of fire-red leaves that rippled in the cool breeze. It was honestly quite lovely — not as much as her home, but lovely nonetheless.

The sound of another voice faintly drifted to her ears, her head swiveling in the direction as she inhaled deeply. The scent of another was quick to come. A cat. But along with it came the tang of burnt flesh that made her nose crinkle with distaste. She took another breath, hoping there another around that could aid whatever was going on with the little thing. With a sigh of annoyance at finding nothing, she pulled herself together enough to go and help the poor creature. As much as she disliked the idea, there was no real reason for her to let another suffer would such foul smelling wounds.

It didn't take long for her to find the little cat. She couldn't have been full grown. But as she lingered from the shadows, she could smell the burnt flesh and fur. There were no signs of any fires that happened nearby. She had learned enough about this land from her own rude awakening that creatures often just... appeared out of nowhere. Taken from their homes and thrust here to deal with whatever hand was given to them. She felt an inkling of guilt at her annoyance — mortals weren't used to sudden changes like this.

Slowly, she crept out from the shadows in front of the cat so she hopefully wouldn't surprise her. Her body was crouched slightly, head lowered to appear less like a threat. It seems as though you've suffered greatly, she spoke, her voice soft and gentle as she gazed at the smaller creature. I would be happy to help ease some of the pain if you'd like.

They seemed startled at first at the sight of her, but calmed down at the offer of help. She was obviously still shaken by whatever fire had raged through before winding up here. She felt sorry for them. Circe waited patiently for a response, her head swimming with what was around that could help with the large burns on her side.

Her ears perked slightly as the little creature spoke. A fire, that much as obvious. But her expression remained soft and sympathetic. She couldn't imagine what it felt like to lose anyone in that way. She never really lost anyone to the cold grip of death. It was clear she had inhaled a lot of smoke, her voice rough as she tried to speak. The witch didn't move until it was clear that help was indeed wanted. I will be back shortly, don't worry, she murmured before turning around and heading back into the forest.

It took her longer than she liked, but she gathered all the herbs she wanted in some larger dock leaves. It would be strange trying to heal without her hands. But she would figure it out for the sake of the injured little cat. She came trotting back on swift paws, slowing when she got closer to the other. She set her little bundle of herbs to the side and sat down next to her. Some of this won't be pleasant, I won't lie. She made sure her voice was gentle to not cause her any more stress. Eat some of these poppy seeds. Just a few. It should help with the pain shortly. She nuzzled two seeds towards the cat's mouth before turning her attention to the large burn wounds that covered her small frame.

She chewed up some toadshade into a poultice, spreading it carefully across the burns. She worked slowly but deftly, aware of the pain that she was most likely still experiencing. She took a few celandine leaves and bit down on them to let the juices drip over her poultice. Finally, she covered the areas with dock leaves that would both help with the burns and keep all her work in place. Perhaps no the best, but that should help to start, she spoke again when she was done. Don't expect a quick recovery. But you will.

The woman stepped back a few paces before laying down. My name is Circe, by the way, she spoke up again. You don't have to talk if it hurts your throat too much. I wasn't able to find anything close by to help. She kicked herself internally for not being able to find anything. Though perhaps if she ventured a little further, she could. But that could wait a little while longer, when some of the pain ebbed for the stranger.