gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha stands atop the castle walls, holding out a hand to her familiar who’d come from the direction of the approaching gloom. The gray, cat-shaped familiar leaped onto her shoulder and rubbed its head against her cheek.
human
Tinasha:  “I see. So it’s true… Why now, after four hundred years…?” Tinasha murmured, distress crossing her lovely face as she received her familiar’s report. Truthfully, she wanted to leave and make for Cuscull immediately. The very thing that had driven her to become a witch had at last come to pass. It was nearly within Tinasha’s grasp, and she wanted to reach out and put an end to everything as soon as possible. It clawed at her so ceaselessly that Tinasha felt liable to go mad. Based on what she’d learned, however, things were still too complicated and dangerous for her to act on emotion now.