Sometime later, I woke, still in my cat form. I only noticed when I went to wipe at my face and I got a full view of my paw. It took me a second to remember where I was and what had happened. I tried to move, to get up and find Isaac. All I managed was to lift my head. Weakness consumed me, nausea a close second. Placing my head back down, it landed on something firm, but soft.
"Shh, it's all right. You're all right. I won't hurt you," the person comforted me, patting my fur on the top of my head. She smelled of female. Her voice was a soft melodic tone, and slightly similar to Isaac's. My cushion was Jezanna's legs.
I wanted to ask questions and study the dark room I was in, but I felt too faint.