Ah, so a different sort of spell. That's good—being able to control someone else has its uses, but not so much when you're the person being controlled. She wouldn't really wish it on anyone.

"They are very friendly," she says, still petting the Countess and honestly? She shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. She moves her hand to scratch underneath the mothcat's chin. "I cannot imagine a beast from my planet being so... docile."

Let's just say that the wildlife on Dathomir is... hostile at best. Cal would even be able to back that up.