[With a handwaved assumption that they would’ve talked potion-powers at some point, Aubrey takes note and doesn’t text back.]

[And she does find him—but it’s not the she he was looking for. He might not even recognize the slightly-younger girl as Aubrey at first, between the dark hair and eyes, and a substantially lighter gait than he’s ever seens his pink-haired totally-not-friend with—but she sure does have Aubrey’s sword. And voice.]

Hey, do I know you? [She tilts her head, coming to a halt as she faces the wolf. Those eyes…]