The Calamshite "witch", sufficiently sure that her foe had indeed fallen in battle, flew hew broom towards the bank where her allies were congregating.<br/>"Taking the form of a feline to match your companion, woods mistress?" Toria asked the cat from which Dora's voice had come from. While the raven-haired woman hadn't seen her in any form other than that of the dryad to whom one of their number had leant a cloak to cover her shame, had more than likely heard on her prior travels of the ability of druid to change their form, "I must say that it is... unexpected, but quite adorable. If you don't mind me saying, of course."<br/><br/>"Regardless, any news of Cecily?" she queried, "I don't believe I have seen her since the battle's start, when the bridge was cast down, and have not been able to spot her from a height due to the foliage and the sheer drop towards the river below."