It's a cat person, female, middle-aged, with a kind expression on her face and a cup of what appears to be some kind of herbal tea.
"Back in the land of the living" she says. She hands you the cup. "This should help you recover."
You take it and drink, and feel energy and warmth move throughout your body, like you've just awoken from a good night's sleep,
"My name is Silverheart" says the cat lady. "I was gathering firewood when I found you two. That was a good thing, fighting the wolf lord. He is dead now, and an evil has been removed from the land, thanks to you two."
"My name is" you hesitate. Vixie sure doesn't fit any more. "I don't have a name right now."
"That's fine" says Silverheart. "You'll have your name when you're ready."
Long before you came to this planet, back on Earth when you were first becoming aware of differences in sexuality, you had come to think of the human race as divided into two teams: women and queer people on one side and straight men on the other. You knew that there were some good straight men, had even met a few, but they seemed to be exceptions. When you thought of straight men, you thought of queer-bashers, rapists and sexual harassers. You couldn't feel truly safe around Reynard as a female until he revealed his queer relationship with his old draconic lord. And now you were a straight male, and what was the first remark you had made? "You're hot" to the person who was probably responsible for saving your life. A straight male for how long, and already an objectifying asshole.