"The spell knows when it's deed is done," she said as an air of calm came back to her. The explosive moment was wrestled low and tucked away once the Beast cowered so preciously. He did not need kindness from the witch in order to be free, the nature of the spell was one that would resolve itself.
She crossed her arms over the flat of her abdomen in a moment's strange consciousness. Apprehensive as she waited for the unfamiliar emotions to rise again, but in that brief crack of her anger, the unknown chaos seemed to have been sated. At least for now.
Movement in the corner of the room drew the witch's attention, quick and curious as any predator. She faced it, and blinked at the crawling thorns and vines. True interest sparked in her eyes then, and when she spoke, her voice was soft. "What magic is this?"