He reached into his pocket to retrieve his handkerchief, dabbing carefully at the tears to mop them up.

"I promise you that I will do everything I can to help fix you or find some way to find your familiar without you being able to cast spells," he told her. "Do you remember anything about what might have been considered when you were trying to use your magic to find him?"

The fact that her familiar was a raven...he remembered her feet and wings.

"Could you have been thinking about transformation spells and ravens when this happened?"