She shouts. She cries. She hugs the parts of Kas that are not too close to icy Petaal. She inventively boils the kettle and pours hot water over them. It freezes.
She curls up in bed with Kalavar as a fluffy viscacha, and she tries to think.
She wishes Ranata were here. Ranata could protect her from the scary witches, and maybe even fix what happened to Kas and Petaal, or bring them to the clan and find someone else who could.
She closes her eyes, and—listens...
"Ranata!" says Helen, putting her voice where her listening is. "Wake up, wake up! Something scary happened and I don't know what to do!"
"Kas and Petaal froze all up," she says, sniffling, "and I don't know how to melt them, and the scary witches who tried to kill him might be coming for me again!"
"In our hotel room in Toronto," she says. She even has the hotel address and room number memorized.
"Okay. Don't you open up the door until you see Castarilan at the window telling you it's okay, all right? Call the front desk from the hotel room, and tell them that some witches from another clan cursed your daddy, but that someone from your clan is on the way, and they shouldn't let any witches except me in, tell them Castarilan's a broad-tailed hummingbird."
"I'll do that," says Helen. She gets out of bed and finds the phone and calls the front desk.
"I dunno," she says to Ranata, "I can just do that, it's a magic thing," and she explains the situation to the front desk person. She doesn't know how to make her voice heard where Ranata is and over the phone at the same time, so Ranata does not get to hear what she's saying to them.
"No, that's okay," says Helen. "I'd just be scared if it was more people I don't know. I'll wait for Ranata Ekamma by myself."
She hangs up the phone and curls up in bed and cries, still listening to Ranata.
"Helen's the important thing," says Castarilan, "even if he's not fixable we can look after her."
"I don't know how it works," she says. "I just - listen for you, and there you are. And it helps me not be scared."