[color=plum][center][h3] - Laurel - [/h3][/center][/color]
[center][@KuramaaaZ][/center]

Laurel nodded easily at the witch, he was obviously in a good bit of pain and she could smell his unease as being in her presence. It was a reminder to act more human and less feline. She could never totally turn it off as it was a part of her nature but she could tone it down so that she appeared almost human. She moved considerably slower than before at a pace she felt was closer to that of a human or a witch. She offered a bit of a smile, her ruby lips twisting up into the recognizable facial expression, revealing a set of slightly sharper than normal canines but otherwise normal pearl white teeth. It was something that Laurel rarely did, most of the time her smile was either fake or nothing but a smug grin. A genuine smile was something spectacular indeed when it came across her face, softly scrunching the light caramel colored skin around her eyes. 

It took considerable effort on her part, especially in her own home to not move as she normally did across the familiar space. Her steps and movements were still undeniably graceful but more on the level of a dancer than a feline. A slow walk was something Laurel almost never accomplished, she always moved a bit too fast. Today however she ensured that the movements were careful and slow, she had no desire to make the witch more uncomfortable that he already was. It seemed his over expenditure of energy was more than enough penance for his behavior at the glade. Karma was a bitch indeed. Once she felt she was out of his line of sight though Laurel resumed her own natural speed as she flew though the apartment.

Once she was in the kitchen she pulled a golden rimmed crystal glass from the cabinet and a small plate. She filled the glass with water but she also removed a small potion bottle from the corner of the shelf that she had hidden away. She'd at least offer it to him to ease some of the suffering. She hummed softly as she thought about what to gather for the witch to eat. She wasn't certain whether they had any particular eating habits or something of that nature but she assumed that some of her native food that she had handy from earlier in the day wouldn't hurt. She carefully pulled some of the roasted lamb from the microwave where she had placed it to keep the warmth along with the clay dish that it was in. It was still nearly hot and steamed softly when she pulled the lid off the clay dish. She retrieved a fork and pulled away some of the tender meat and slid it off onto the plate she'd gotten. After putting the lid back on the dish she grabbed a section of soft bread to go with it and a plain baklava. She gathered the things easily in her slender hands before she headed to the bedroom. 

She gave another smaller smile as she entered, slowing her movements down once more as she sat the dishes on the bedside table. "[color=plum]I brought some food anyway, its just roasted lamb with bread and a baklava. Nothing special really but the lamb is fresh. I made it just a couple hours ago. I also brought a potion that a healing witch I know gave me. It won't take all the pain away but it will make it easier to move around a bit more.[/color]" She pursed her full lips again as she retreated back to the chair. She could tell the witch wasn't comfortable with being taken care of but she wasn't simply a violent vindictive bitch as most of the other students seem to think she was. Nor was she anywhere near as explosive as she had once been. She knew he would certainly be hungry soon if he wasn't already, she had always been ravenous when she woke up from burning herself out in the way that he had done.