The giant hound was watching her and Morgan said, "Hello, Hecuba," her tone sounding less like it was directed towards and dog and more like a professional colleague. One of Morgan's finest specialties was transforming people into animals, and so Hecuba could never be mistaken for a normal dog by her. There was a shimmer that seemed to exist around those who'd been transformed, shapes that - if concentrated on enough - could almost reveal the person who had once been there.
And Hecuba's wasn't the only aura of transformation that Morgan could see. "And who's under the car?" Morgan asked. "The cause of your situation, I assume."
Morgan pulled one of the bottles out of her bag and handed it to Hecate as she spoke. The liquid within was a herbaceous green, with black specks floating through it. It was a simple spiritual healing potion - it wouldn't cure Hecate's lack of magic, but it might help her to feel a little more healthy.