Elumiel blurredly watched passersby, still tossing fireballs around, though they became smaller and smaller as she lost her grip on her magic. Eventually she just gave up, but it was only when she felt warmth not from the fire, but from a different source, that she stopped. She looked down, squinting slightly, trying to make out the shape beside her. "Hello there," she slurred, then placed a hand over her mouth. "Oh, dear. I've gone and done it, then. Drank too much."

She looked around, noting that her eyes were starting to clear up. She hadn't drunk as much as she'd thought she had, then. Good. "Now, who looks to you, hm?" she asked the furry mass. "You're a pretty thing. Almost rival my Anyu's Shiro, you would." A pause, and she giggled. "I say almost, because, well, Shiro is a very prideful cat." She turned around where she sat and frowned, looking at all over the pockmarks she'd made. "Oh, my. I've been bad, hm?" she asked the feline. "I suppose no one's going to notice a few more burn marks next to a fire. Besides, it's not like there's anything growing here. Except a bunch of rock."

She conjured herself some water, then, and poured a small amount into her hand, offering it to the cat. Elumiel was mildly surprised it drank it, but shrugged and then tipped the canteen back. More of the water ended up on her head than was necessary, but it was chilly, freshly conjured, and it knocked some sense into her. What made it to her stomach helped against any potential hangover, or so she'd figured when it worked the first time she'd tried it.

"Your companion sure is taking a while, aren't they?" she asked the big cat in a low voice, automatically rubbing the cat behind it's ears, just as she'd done to Shiro on countless occasions since she'd rediscovered Anyu. "I guess we'll just sit here and wait, then."