Cathair scoffed lightly. "Last thing I remember of the night before last was something big and black bashing me into a wall. There were claw marks on the doors and big cat prints around your cottage." It wasn't hard to put two and two together.
And there was more. "They've turned Gwyn into a snake thing. Jamie called her a naga," he explained. "Snake gods in most Hindu legends. They're talked about in epic stories. Not good or bad." He shrugged. He hadn't told Jamie this, because while he had a copy of Mahabharata and had read it several times, it wasn't amongst the books that made it to their prison with him. "She tried to kill somebody, but apparently, that was a misunderstanding."
Back to the topic at hand. "I don't really know what all you've been up to," he said as he continued to scrub her. "Cooper found me in your cottage. Hitting the wall gave me a concussion. He sicced his missus on me, who tried to make me stay in bed and sleep." He squeezed warm water from the wash cloth over her skin to wash away the soap and dirt, which was quickly turning the water a brackish color. "Or else I'd have come searching for you."