It was nice to know that she was not alone in this feeling. It was just as disheartening to know that someone so special, like Tabitha, had to struggle with matters like that. Her eyes shimmered with empathy until Tabitha began moving with her own purpose.
The ritual was nothing like she'd read about. It was fast. The currents of air moving around Ptarah were warm. She hadn't even noticed the reason she was chanting until it was over, and the fair rabbit was quietly waiting to be scooped up. Unsure of the magical effects, Ptarah hesitated. "Will it be alright?" she asked with concern.