Abraham at this point had neared the frog close enough to look at it--her. He spread his hand in her direction studying the human emotions it belied. Oh dear, he thought, when he gained her past experiences.
Though he couldn't tell what she was saying he now saw very clearly the cause of her situation. And, honestly, he wasn't sure if a witch could help.
"I don't know of any witches in this world, though that doesn't mean that there aren't any. And-um-well-kissing her...I don't think that would help very much. I mean no offense, Fred," the name he had picked up from her history, "I am certain you are a wonderful woman but I sincerely don't believe it would help. I'm afraid The City would know more about your transformation than I and how to undo it."
He shook his head.
"Forgive me for prying. If it makes you feel any better I have seen creatures far more gruesome than your current predicament. I'm, myself, am a fan of tree frogs. And your current form is a beautiful specimen. One of my favorite! If you'd like I can show you a part of the pond I used to occupy for the remainder of your transformation. I find the water very nice and the underwater population satisfying and quiet," he said with a friendly voice.