Right, here—! I'd draw you the sigils for her, but this is one of my familiars, so that's all already preset.

Lori, wake up!

[Eliza opens the lid of the tupperware she pulled from her purse and suddenly the little skeleton is up and moving, all its little bones clicking together like the pieces of a puzzle. Lori shakes out her bony wings, tipping her skull to one side to glance up at Eliza, then starts busily trying to pull a cottonball out from her ribcage with her beak.]