As the young witch stroked her fingers through his dark fur, Nyght leaned into her touch in that typical cat fashion. A soft purr rumbled from his chest, and throat, hoping to offer the trouble girl some comfort.
Not a word was spoken as the familiar listened to Sabrina confess her woes to the feline. Indeed, what a conflicting thing to learn. That her whole life was nothing but a lie. Everything she thought she knew was crashing down around her.
"You're certainly not wrong for thinking such things, Sabrina. You are a very caring young woman, of course this will trouble you. Putting your friends in danger is something you have to accept being a witch around them. Yet, don't sell them short. They are capable of handling themselves. They've helped you plenty already, haven't they?"
Nyght pressed the side of his face against her hand, once more in comfort, and reassurance.
"You are who you believe you are. Be that as Edward's daughter, or the devil's. Your aunts will see you has nothing less than a Spellman. That is who you were raised as. If that is what your heart tells you, then that is who you will be. Your blood doesn't define you. Your actions do. You're still you. Still the amazing young witch I picked to be the familiar of. You are still the niece your aunts love, and your friends too. I can't say that this won't bring problems to your doorstep, Sabrina. But you're strong. You'll get through it, I know you will."