Roshanak has been told that the city has been designed for humans, and the human-shaped, in mind, and she's heeded the warning. She'll shift soon enough. But for now, she'd been brought to this strange place while hunting, and it's far easier to carry her belongings and weapons while in her natural form.

So it is that the centauride is just sliding her bow into its holder on her back when she heard the scream.

Whirling around, she sees the blonde girl flail and fumble, she sees her stare at her hands and she can see the magic that's changed her. For a minute, Roshanak is furious - how dare the creators of this place, how dare they all cause such distress to a living being?

But practically speaking, there is nothing that raging will do, so instead she trots over.

"Lady," she calls out, halting a little distance from her, to give her space. "Can I assist?"

Hopefully, another not human - even if from the waist up Roshanak is, even if she's dressed in a flowing jacket with javelins resting on the straps across her equine back - will be of some use to her.