The display of plant magic made the Wicked Witch utter a sound of approval. "She's powerful, dear. You can learn from her." Joanie dismissed the thought, but smiled at the gesture. "That's really cool," she said, leaning down to pluck one blade of grass from the ground to observe it. She looked at it for a long moment, appraising it as if it were a fine jewel. Nonchalantly, she tucked the blade into her pocket, attention turning to the other woman.
"Oh." Shit, there was a Mina Harker in the building, wasn't there? The poor thing. How did she stand that creepy asshole? At Ella's comment, she shrugged. "I don't get out much," she said plainly.
Ella's concerns actually made a lot of sense. Running around under the cloak of darkness was fine for a spy movie or teenagers trying to party under their parents' noses, but they couldn't keep this up for long. Without an understanding of the customs or language, they'd get plucked out soon enough and burned as witches.
"You're obsessed with getting burned, aren't you?"
"The day you can say with straight face that getting torched alive and screaming doesn't scare you, let me know." The mention of a doctor made her frown. "You mean someone here? Like...a local?" Eyes widening, she tensed slightly. "What'd he say? Is he gonna out us?" Suddenly, she was starting to panic. What if somebody had seen Shere Khan? Or all her displays of magic? She hadn't been particularly careful the night they got there for reasons of brain freeze, but excuses wouldn't protect her.