Cerulean Cape farewell and adieu to you spanish ladies

The first frost neared, she felt, and worked quickly to secure as many herbs as possible before winter destroyed them. It would come any day now, and while the herbs she kept cached at the base of a chared sequoia were sizable, she would have to be careful with them; for she knew not how long the northern winters lasted. 

She came across the burnt girl sometime around midday, watching her by the sea. There was something distinctly wrong with the girl, her fur riddles with charred markings the healer could sea even at a distance. Thelxiope breathed a sigh, turning and trotting briskly down the shore. The sea lion was where she had left it, her arrival sending a cloud of ravens bursting into the salted air. She ripped from the carcass a sizable chunk of flesh and hide, moving back the way she had come. The girl she approached slowly, feathery tail swaying behind her, ears canted back in passive friendliness. 

She dropped the flesh before the girl, gaze roaming over her fur, scared and patchwork and traced with lines of charred flesh. "you must eat, to build your strength."  The sea-witch murmured, mind working at the curiosity before her. She had decided that fire was not the culprit, rather, the lacerations and burnt flesh cut through the girl's fur in a jagged pattern, a fire would leave different wounds. A single lobe canted towards the girl, curious, at what fate had befallen her.