Before Sabrina even turns, Salem leaps off the tree stump and lopes forward.

MrrRRRRRooOOW.

Sabrina does turn, then, wiping her face with both hands and only managing to smear more blood on her cheek. Cutting your hand for a spell is a lot messier on her own, it seems. "Salem, it's okay. I know him. He's not going to hurt me."

MrrrrrR.

"Richie," she answers the cat. "I met him when I arrived, and I know you he lives with us."

Apparently satisfied, Salem returns to his place, winding between her boots.

"Hi," Sabrina says to Richie, trying not to look like a teary, blood-smeared mess, and failing.