"He's a good partner," Sabrina says, scratching behind his ears. "Aunt Zelda was unhappy that I'd want some feral forest spirit for a familiar, but she's just a bit too blue-blooded for her own good." The rest of it makes her look up in interest.

"I suppose. I'd be more concerned that he would-- still be able to compel me, in some way."

Sabrina has been too thoroughly caught up in her own drama to notice the change on her own; it's Salem who not only sniffs the outstretched hand, but nudges curiously, emitting a series of mews and chirps to Sabrina. She turns to Nova, eyebrows growing up. "Are you okay?"