Anne was entirely speechless by the time it was all over. She wasn't staring at where the fire had been. Her focus was instead right in front of her, right on Elavabeth.
At least, she thought it was Elavabeth. She couldn't be sure because what she was staring at wasn't a lava rock. Hell, it wasn't any sort of rock. It was made of rocks, sure, all black with little glowing orange veins and two bright eyes staring back at her.
It was a cat. Unmistakeably. Not just a normal housecat, but one that appeared to be her jokey pet rock brought to life by whatever the hell just happened. She had never been rendered truly speechless in her life, but this situation was so entirely alien, so utterly foreign, so extremely off-base from anything she was expecting to happen that there were just no words.
Then Elavabeth meowed at her.