Show her some magic, Zotha shrugged. The Veil takes intent into account. If you just want to use magic to do something then enveiled people will be blind to it, but if your goal is explicitly to show someone magic then it lets you do it. But you can only do that right in front of someone's face, not remotely like through TV or radio, or it'll make itself look fake. I would guess that clause was added as mass media appeared in order to keep things from going out of control.
“Possibly,” Jess said, taking the lead as planned. “Did someone who lives here go missing the night before last?” She paused just long enough for a response to almost be formed, and then: “Someone who was also injured within the month prior to that? Especially mauled, scratched or bitten?”
“A—” she started, obviously not believing the story so far.
Their host frowned at this point. “Seriously?”
“So—what did you do? After, 'subduing' him?” she said.
Jess held up a hand. “Before we get into that, I should explain why it took us until now to find you. He really did almost go feral. It seems to have wiped a lot of his memory. We're...hoping that's only temporary, but right now he doesn't seem to even remember his own name.”
“Right. Let's get your brother in here,” Jess said, while the demoness went to the front door to get the werewolf's attention.
“N-no..not a whole lot, anyway. I c-couldn't 'member my own name 'till you told me,” Damon said. “And like, I-I know you're my sister but I don't remember your name, either!” she said, folding her ears back again in distress.
“Uh..'masters'?” Onida said, giving them a suspicious look again.
“Like I said, she's not exactly all there right now,” Jess said. “The wolf side still has a lot of influence, it's just that it's tamer and friendlier right now. So..”
“I see...” The explanation seemed to make sense to her. She looked between the two of them again, and then back to her transformed brother. “And I'm gonna guess there's no cure for 'being a werewolf', huh?”
“Not once the first full moon comes,” Zotha said, drawing from some knowledge granted her as a deity. “It..fundamentally alters a person's nature, more or less making them part wolf for life. That's a big part of why it can be so difficult to control oneself at first.”
“Yep. Um..it's okay, though. Like, I'm sure I'll get better soon..” she said, looking less certain than her words suggested. “A-at least..with your help...”
“I just wonder what your viewers will think. I guess I could just tell them you're 'sick' though, until you can at least turn back into a guy...”
“Viewers?” Jess said.
“Yeah. My brother's a streamer,” Onida said, turning back to the witches. “He barely got out of the house lately, which is why I sent him after groceries that day. Stupid me.”
“As far as I understand,” her sister said, nodding. “If you didn't even remember that much, I guess we have a long road ahead of us...”
“There are some people you could contact for help,” Zotha said, producing from a pocket (actually creating, of course) a piece of paper with a phone number and address on it. “They deal with magic-related incidents like this one. Maybe they have better advice on how to help fix lycanthropy-based amnesia than the two of us would.”
“I understand completely,” Jess said. Zotha offered another piece of paper.
“Of course,” Onida nodded. After that, the two of them politely left, shutting the front door behind them.
“I could feel Damon's emotions when she saw her sister,” Zotha. “It was a rush of happy familiarity, all the way down to the core. There would've been at least a tint of anger or fear or something if we had anything to worry about.” She rubbed the top of Jess's head a bit. “We can always check back quietly even if she doesn't contact us. But I think there's nothing to worry about.”
In a swift motion of shadow, their surroundings became the dorm room, the demon goddess's domain. “You know something else? Even though neither of them explicitly know I'm a deity, I could feel the gratitude rolling off of both of them into me, same as always,” Zotha said. “I guess all it takes is knowing I was responsible in some way, if even that—and without needing to really know who or what I am exactly.”
“So it is.” The demoness gave a mischievous grin. “I think you've earned some reward today. We do need to get up tomorrow morning for classes, but I'm sure we can play a little first~.” She picked up her little priestess into a close hug, trading out their day clothes in the process—no bra for either of them, just panties and a T-shirt for Zotha, an open, long black bathrobe for the smaller girl. Jess's blush intensified quite a bit while this happened; she squeaked, returning the hug, and then leaned in to gently rub her cheek against Zotha's. It was going to be a fun night.
Onida sighed. “I don't know...what we're gonna do with you. With us. I dunno how to explain to anyone what you..got turned into. I dunno how to deal with keeping it a secret that you've come back, either. And I'm so tired...”
“You should sleep, then! I'll keep you safe,” the werewolf girl said, with all the eagerness of a friendly dog.
“What, are you gonna bark at anyone who tries to rob the place?” she said sarcastically.
“I guess you still have a wild animal in your head,” Onida said. “And it...thinks that's the right thing to do to any threats to the pack. So I should feel lucky I count as a member, huh?”
“I-I'm so sorry...I should, shouldn't let the wolf say such awful things no matter what.”
“It's fine. We'll..figure it out as we go.” She still made a mental note to try not to make Damon angry in the near future. If lycanthropy was as contagious as certain myths and stories suggested, even a relatively light attack from her could be a problem. Then again, those witches had only said it wasn't curable 'after the first full moon', so maybe those people they'd given her a number and address for would have some...anti-lycanthropy shots available or something? But if they had something like that, why not include it disguised as part of the regular vaccine regimen that all kids took?
“Mm-hm.” She had a concerned look. “But, you can't give up work forever for me! How'll you pay for food and stuff, then?”
Her sister's throat caught for a moment. It was so close to something Damon had said before...back when he was quitting college, coming to move in with her—just before he started getting some real success as a streamer. “I..I know. Just for tomorrow, though, that won't hurt. After that we'll just, work on you whenever I'm home from work,” she nodded. “Good night.”
“'Ni~ight,” the werewolf girl said, waving cutely. Onida stared at this sight for only a moment before turning to head to her bedroom. It was going to be difficult to get used to her brother being...cute, she thought.