There's no denying that witches can be dead useful at times.

The cut on Simon's legs closes instantly, leaving a smudge of dried blood on his fur. It still feels bruised and battered, but he can put all his weight on it again and that's a relief. He shows his thanks the best way he's able at the moment: by thumping his tail on the ground and licking her hand.

Which is actually a little gross and awkward, when he thinks about it...so he tries not to.

The witch is obviously spent. She sways alarmingly and he quickly moves to steady her. She can't pass out now, not when they're still mopping up pockets of resistance and she hasn't even gotten Simon back to his clothes yet.

He whines, trying to impress upon her the urgency of the situation.

Let's go.