Fletcher looked up to the woman with a touch of sympathy. Then concern. He really didn't know how to handle a crying woman and she looked as though she might start crying. He reached out a tentative hand to sort of pat the top of her head much like he would his little sister.

"She would be best off at the zoo," he said simply with a bit of a smile, "They have magizoologists that specialize in that kind of thing. I can get you a contact you can write to." Eavan had brought a herd to the zoo in Irvingly over the summer so she'd certainly be able to help. If not, he was fairly certain her cousin specialised in healing magical creatures.