Rabka does not like her odds in this magic but her owner still hasn't backed down. The loaf of bread and its crusty wings are gone and putting Cathei down in various locations in the magic has not turned her back from being a teapot.
There's a door.
It's a magic door, so it might just eat her, but so might the trees and the rocks and the pink-and-grey cross-stitched pillow that looks like an orrery, and it's something to try that isn't just sitting here trying to see if the big glassy bug tastes like chicken.
Rabka opens the door with her eyes shut, teapot-Cathei clutched tightly to her chest.