Do you have a name, or do I have to land you with a nickname, mistress witch?

[Hmm. Need finds that she doesn't think malleable differences make someone not human. She'd better accept that things may be different here though.]

We've got human witches on my... where I'm from. I might be or have been one. [She frowns, making lines deepen on her seamed face.] Or, well. Magic, anyway. And I wish I knew! Probably had... something to do... with... [Circling closer on this, putting together the scraps she has, is increasingly painful. She's closed her eyes by this point, brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose.] ...dying.

[She said that last word through gritted teeth and a sharp spike of pain. A drop of blood falls from her nose onto the tacky surface of the table. After a second or two, it... sort of all at once dematerializes into intangible motes of gold with a few hints of other colors, dispersing from there into nothing.]

I don't remember much either. Seems it's going around.